"I think Father is better!" Skylark argued. Though he loved both his parents, there was a reason Path protected Edge. Path had a group of strong friends, where Edge had a weird admirer he had killed. Skylark had a sinking feeling, Daddy would cheat. He didn't think for a moment that Path might do the same. 

As a child, he felt the fear in his Father's heart and echoed it. 

"Hm... I think Father would win too, Sky." Edge piped as he walked toward his family, he was wearing a coat with a furry hood and thick, tough' warm boots. He carried a pair of socks in either hand and held them out to his children. "I would never hurt Path... Anywho, you two put these on. They'll keep your toes warm." 

Skylark reached out and rubbed his socks on his cheek, they were so fuzzy! He wanted to keep them as his pets, but did as he was told and slipped them on. As Edge scooped up Sleipnir in his arms, Sky dashed over to Father. "Father! Father! Carry me!" He asked cheerily. 

Edge cast a look of resolution to Path. "Let's go." He kissed Sleipnir softly on the lips once, to quench his hunger, careful not to get carried away.