Artemis: *walking through the woods, searching for one of her dogs* Lycaea! Lycaea, where have you gotten to, you stubborn girl?
Ares: *in the distance* Who’s the bloodthirstiest little puppy on Olympus? You are!
Artemis: *confused, creeping closer* What the-
Ares: *not noticing her, on the ground scratching the dog’s belly while it wriggles happily* Haha, you are so adorable! Look at you, you’re such a cute widdle baby! Oh, yes, you are, yes, you-
Artemis: Ahem.
Ares: *jumps out of his skin and bolts upright, keeping his gaze averted as his face flushes* I… I wasn’t doing anything.
Artemis: *raises an eyebrow* Sure you weren’t.
*They stare at each other awkwardly for a few moments, with the dog panting as she returns to Artemis’ side.*
Ares: …Not a word about this to anyone.
Artemis: I wouldn’t even know where to begin telling this story.














