She didn't want her son to turn out to hate his father because of all the unwanted pressure Aragon had put on Amareux. She didn't want the bond of father and son snapping because a father expects more from his infant son.
She thought about how Aragon had stopped Amareux from playing with his mates and she shook her head, that was just plain ridiculous and it made her feel pity for her son.
She often wished that the father would take pity on him and let him play with other pups of his age. She was tired of telling him this over and over again. She didn't want her family to divide because of this pressure.
She loved her son too much to see him suffer, and she loved her husband way too much to watch him ruin their son. This had got to stop.
Luna Maia sighed as she headed out to the field to catch some air and watch her son in action as he trained with his father and some of the stronger wolves in the pack. She watched her little son struggle to keep up with his father, trying so hard to impress him.
She smiled; he was such a strong child. The only good thing from this is that her son will grow up to be strong and capable of protecting his subjects. He is fearless and that would serve to make his enemies tremble on their knees. If only he had friends his age, he didn't have anyone to talk to and that was beginning to bother her.
She didn't know how Aragon was so comfortable that his son was growing up to be a loner; all he knew was training. Men are so clueless, she thought to herself. So clueless.
She wished she could find a friend her little Amareux could talk to; he needed to act his age and forget about this whole thing about responsibilities and taking over when his dad retired. He was just a child; there was time for him to train, but less time for him to be normal.