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Kratos notices Atreus running around in wolf form and sees that his fur isn't in the best condition. He decides to brush it.

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The boy has gotten good at changing his form, Kratos has realized. Since he returned from his second trip to Asgard, Atreus has become able to shift almost seamlessly, body bending and morphing in a flash of light and sparks into the four legged shape of a wolf.

His pelt is made up of bright yellow and orange furs, a shade similar to that of his hair. His eyes are a beautiful contrast, shining blue like the sky on a clear day.

He likes to show off to his father now, effortlessly changing his shape and form as if he is breathing. Kratos acts as if he is not watching, yet catches himself staring at his son, amazed by his ability. When Atreus had asked if he could change into an animal all those years ago… he had merely brushed it off, chalking it up to child wonderment. Which, it was. But now, that wonderment had become reality, and Atreus could not be more excited.

He hadn't had the time yet to truly enjoy his new ability, so, while with his father, he'd begun to practice during their long treks. He'd run ahead of Kratos, circle him, leap over his head, all the like. He's figuring out the extent of his wolf form, and what right would Kratos have to interrupt? Atreus only experiments between fights and makes sure to pay attention to his father’s orders, so Kratos sees no reason to stop him.

That is, until he looks closer at Atreus. Kratos feels his eyes narrow when Atreus bounds closer to him, tongue lolling from jaws and ears pressed back by the wind as he runs this way and that.

His… his fur. Oh his fur.

From a further away glance, his fur looks pristine. The oranges and yellows glow in the light almost like embers from a fire, and it doesn't look like there are any problems. Upon further inspection, however, Kratos can see the knots and mats of fur as well as the leaves, mud and sticks stuck in his pelt.

“Atreus!” he shouts, causing the wolf to skid to a halt. Atreus looks back at him with his head tilted, ears perked high. He's alert, tail held up still, his muscles bunched in preparation to move at his father’s command. “Come here.”

With that order, Atreus bounds towards him, returning to his regular form in a burst of light and heat. “Yes, Father? What's up?” he asks, and Kratos swears for a moment he still has the wolf ears and tail. But he does not. Atreus has not yet held his human form with characteristics of an animal, if he can at all.

“Return to a wolf,” Kratos says. Atreus raises a brow at him, a tad confused, but listens anyway. He stares up at Kratos through his sky blues as Kratos kneels beside him to get a closer look at his fur. And yup, sure enough, as Kratos combs his fingers through the fiery pelt, they get stuck in knots and clumps of matted fur. “Your fur.”

Atreus’s ear twitches and he twists his neck, nose knocking into Kratos’s face in the process- he's still learning the new lengths and parts of his body in this form. However, he can't see, so he begins to twist in the attempt to. Kratos catches one of his shoulders when he's once again smacked in the face- this time by Atreus’s long tail- to halt him. Atreus does so and looks back at him.

“Stay still,” Kratos says softly. Head tilted questioningly, Atreus does so, not even his tail wagging. Kratos once again brushes his hand through Atreus’s fur, lifting parts up to search for twigs and leaves. He does not have a brush now, nor does he regularly (their household doesn't need one) so all he can do at the moment is pick foreign objects free. He’ll ask one of the dwarves or Freya later if they have a brush and then work on untangling the knots and mats out of his son’s fur. “Your fur is messy.”

There's a small, curious murr from Atreus, as if he is trying to speak, until he realizes that he cannot like this. Instead, he stares at his father imploringly.

Atreus is not used to hair care, because as stated before, they do not need to worry about it in their household. Atreus’s hair is short and needs no brushing, while Kratos and Mimir are bald and only need to worry about their beards. They have combs for such tasks. Because of this, Atreus most likely forgot to keep an eye on his wolf form’s fur because he's never had to worry about that sort of issue in his human form.

Kratos has some experience, however, even if he himself has never had hair. The most important women of his life did have hair, and lots of it too. He helped Lysandre and Faye take care of it when they were too tired or pregnant, wanting to take some of the stress from their shoulders. With Calliope, he enjoyed brushing her hair. It was a bonding exercise for them. When Kratos was home, she'd run into his and his wife’s room with a brush, demanding he brush it for her for that day.

He's also cared for animal hair; his horse’s in particular. It's not the same as fur, but he's sure that with this experience, he’ll be able to figure out how to care for Atreus’s fur as well.

“Back,” Kratos says. Atreus hesitates for a moment before he falls to his side and rolls onto his back to expose his stomach. It's even worse in his stomach fur than it was everywhere else. Kratos sighs heavily, because he realizes now that he has his work cut out for him.

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