This is what he got for taking in a pup based off a spur-of-the-moment instinct. His hard work, as much as he complained to (mostly) himself about it, had paid off.

His pup, as reluctant as he would be to call them that outloud for fear of being called a sentimental old fool or teased relentlessly for going soft by his family members... again.

But it was true, his little buddy, his pup was growing up... and that realization made him feel an odd sense of both pride and fear at once.

The startings of their first presentation cycle were making themselves known bit by bit. Their scent spiking at random times, their emotions were going all over the place and they were getting more territorial over things they called theirs.

A pain in Jason's behind as seemed to be usual recently, but the alpha managed to make due by converting one of his safer safehouses into the pup's personal space that he and the others of the pack could easily monitor and check in on on them and just hangout.

He'd never EVER admit how much research he'd put into what a pup needs for a proper presentation of whatever potential designation they might present as, even doing a bit of scenting on some items just to see what they preferred. Alpha or omega, or maybe even beta... though there wasn't much for that last one and if the signs said anything he'd guess it wasn't likely to be the outcome in this case. Or maybe he just got unlucky with a moody-as-hell pup... who knows.

He didn't personally have much experience with proper presentations considering... well... his own life... er... death and re-life.

"Well..." Jason flourished with a half grin as he presented the newly decked out safehouse to his adopted pup, ushering them inside to show off the collection of things he'd obtained on his outings and a few family donated things, "do you like it?" He prompted carefully. It was embarrassing how nervous he was about this.

It wasn't like he'd ever really expected to have a family besides the Bat-pack. Especially not one of his own.