Ah yes, I know I'm going to get linched for this but I guess I lost my dignity a long time ago so this won't be so bad. A little disclaimer, this is a work of irony, though that's not to say there is some love thrown in here. Godere!
Jonathon and Erina were a young couple of wolves when they had their first (and hopefully last) litter. Five healthy pups had been bestowed upon the two, and later they had come to adopt two other pups from a close relative. Sure they were good little sacks of fluff when they were incapable of even crawling an inch on their own, but the moment they could do so much as see, the young couple were in for a LIVING HELL.
Erina was fu-filling here typical motherly duties of watching her boisterous brood while her bold mate was off hunting to provide for his family (ya' know, typical gender role shit). The she-wolf loved her progeny with all of her heart, even if they could be a paw-full. With tired, but cunning eyes she watched as the youths interacted with one another with playful intent. If you would have seen these pups, you would have never fathomed that they would grow up to be decisive, powerful, sheer forces of nature that easily could murder you if you looked at them the wrong way. (Yet, that's just how we see all young ones. Never really considered the infinite amounts of potential, of which could easily be formed into what makes an "evil" person).
The golden wolf suddenly sprang to her paws as two of her offspring pushed the line a bit and began to bat at each other with malice. She pushed the two apart to scold them, "Josuke! Jotaro! You can't fight like that, be gentle, my dears". The last line came out as a soft whimper, she couldn't stay mad at them, they were still so young. Erina began to worry if they took Jonathon, for all the wrong reasons.
The mother quickly pushed those thoughts away. She would raise her pups to be tender and caring, even if they were bold and brash. Masculine in every sense of the way. She assured herself that they wouldn't end up like rowdy rude boys.
Finally, her saint of a mate came back with the appetizing corpse of a young doe, which the two feasted upon delightedly. Erina, in theory, could hunt for her self full well. Yet, she considered herself too incapable to bring herself to act out a task that a male might. As well as her own un-willingness to, Jonathon thought of her as too fragile too. regardless of sex, they still excepted their roles as equally successful to sustain the family. Family is all that really matters. To give your own offspring that extra stable step of the ladder is to ensure that your genes will ultimately triumph over others and continue your own lineage on words. Wasn't that what life was all about, after all?
After Erina had fed the pups and got them to settle down, she and her life partner curled up together, their pups pressed up against them tightly. An ideal family indeed. Jonathon couldn't be happier. He always anticipated himself dying at a young age based on the dangerous life he lived before settling down. He was glad he triumphed over his garishly dubious brother Dio, all those moons ago. Dio's death still irked him late at night though. Despite his evil deeds, Jonathon still loved him as a brother. Even if not connected by blood. But did blood relations really matter in the grand scheme of things? The young wolf believed everybody deserved some level of sympathy. Especially someone you grew up so close to (even if they did torture you and ruin your younger years). Jonathon was too good for this world.
Yeah, this chapter is a bit short. I just didn't know where to begin. You can expect longer chapters in the future. Anyways, I really need some Lambic right now.