Pax blushed as he remembered the first meeting he got to sit in while he was around 12. He was so nervous and he ate too much that he messed his diaper in the meeting. No one figured out where the "horrid smell" was coming from but of course daddy knew. Daddy always knew. Because he's daddy and daddy knows everything. At least that is what the young blushing werewolf believes. He nods to his father and gives a proper "yes sir" and gentlemanly bow. He preferred to curtsey as it looked cuter but he knew the mindset he needed to be in during this meeting.

Ulix gave an approving nod and eventually lead him to the dining area. It was a large table, mostly for family gatherings. However, there was no gathering any time soon, so it was free of any members of Ulix’s bloodline. This had the benefit of meaning that Ulix could be himself, for the most part. His normal behavior may be a bit much, even for Pax, or so he felt anyways. That in mind, he simply sat down next to him just as the servant came in, live goat bound any everything.

“Now, I know that you are hungry, but do try to avoid ruining the suit. Being covered in blood from a meal will make you look fat from classy.” Ulix informed Pax as the goat was soon laid out before him, panic in its eyes as if squirmed fruitlessly against its bounds.

"Yes daddy. Since no one is around may i be fed in your lap for this meal please?" He says while offering his father a bib to put on the little werewolf." Pax loved every moment it was just father and son. It meant daddy could take off the mask he dawns for others especially his underlings of his bloodline. Pax stood from his chair and walked to his father while staring hungrily at the love goat. All of its meaty torso and strong thick legs. A glass bottle of fresh goats milk lay next to his plate. Pax wanted to ravish into it but he had to show restraint besides if daddy feeds him he won't have to worry. Daddy will have complete control of his meal portions and how messily he ate.

“Hm? Oh, well, you did want the goat live, did you not? Feeding you while you’re in my lap would be quite difficult in that case.” He said, expressing a bit of confusion how that would be handled. Even though Ulix was basically a father for quite some time, taking care of kids and following their occasional small wishes wasn’t his strong point. It did make him feel bad to have to disappoint as a result of ignorance, but when he felt as if there was little he could do, he saw it that way through and through.

Pax giggles "silly daddy I wanted the goat live so it's meat would be fresh and not rotted. You can cut into it still and take chunks of meat out to eat and it'll be fresh and yummy" the boy ironically named after the word meaning peace says imagining it with his eyes closed licking his lips as he rubs his tummy.

"Mm... I could do that, certainly, but if there is one that probably is going to bother me, it is going to be the amount of noise it makes." Ulix said, lightly poking the goat, causing it to squirm even more. "How do you think you should go about this, hm?" He asked, wanting to hear what his son could think up of on his own. He was getting older, after all. Children didn't just stay young forever...

Well that depemds on race. The smartest thing to say would be since the goat won't just rot on the spot just cut the head off. However the incredibly immature Pax just responds with "uhhhhh maybe we can give it one of my pacifiers to make it go to sleep daddy!" He says with more confidence than anyone who gives that answer should. Pax was an infant to the core.

Ulix then decided it would be a wonderful idea to say something a bit morbid. “And then watch it as it dies as you rip into it? The thing is that many people wanted me to do that with you, but I doubt that you would have liked that very much.” He said, patting him on the head and thinking up of something then. Looking to a servant, he gestured for him to bring him what appeared to be a simple towel. Once it was given to him, he placed it against the goat’s neck as if squirmed futilely. Suddenly the life started to drain from his eyes as Ulix’s finger slipped into an opening in the wrapping of the towel. When he drew it back, his finger was covered in blood, a long claw retracting into his hand.

“There we go. It’s a fresh kill now, so the meat will not be rotted.” Ulix said deciding to give the blood a taste. “And it’s not horrible either... I’ll see about rewarding them servant who found this one.” He mused today himself. “But first things first.” He then sliced a piece of the goat’s body away, a simple square of flesh, and held it up to Pax for him to enjoy.

Pax whimpered when daddy told him about how people wanted him dead. These are things he already hears and knows but they hit when it comes from daddy. He watches as the servant and daddy take the goat's life away quickly and peacefully and smiled when daddy gave the meal half approval. He sat on his father's knee and opened wide for the slice of raw fresh goat. His maulers nice, long, and clean, are easy to see as he bites down on a big piece. This many times ends up a little problem. Werewolves have no cheeks in their full forms and so they usually eat things whole. Little Pax constantly forgets his smaller form has to chew his food so he sometimes he chokes on big peaces. Like he is doing right now. Usually he has his food precut into small pieces or mashed up into soft paste to be fed to him.

Ulix had this regularly happen with Pax and had an easy remedy for it. Immediately smacking the boy on the back in order to get him to stop choking. It wouldn't kill him, but it certainly wasn't the best of feelings. "Perhaps taking it a bit more slowly and enjoying it would be ideal. After all, you don't have to stuff your face as if you're in the wilderness anymore." He stated, patting him on the head gently.