Jason.. didn’t know much. He was a toddler obviously he didn’t know much, but he knew a few things. He knew he was a son of Jupiter meant for great things, he knew Lupa was training him, and he knew eventually he’d make his was down to New Rome and then join the legion… whatever that means.

Jason watched from where he sat with a clump of wolves to leech off some warmth- observing the new person who entered the wolfhouse. Another demigod hoping to receive training and Lupa’s blessing to get into the legion. Occasionally Jason would talk to a few of them and he’d get information about New Rome from other kids- even if there were those that weren’t stron enough and he never saw again after Lupa took them for a lesson.

He hoped you would be one of those who succeeded, Jason himself wasn’t going to be given approval until a few more weeks (enough for Lupa to make sure he was ready and to find a way to assure he made it safely) but he’d seen legionnaires who had made it through training and got to the legion. He always hoped that every person who came made it through even if it wasn’t exactly realistic.

Jason was a scruffy thing- it was a bit surprising to see such a young kid in the wolfhouse. His hair greasy and a little shaggy, the old clothes had dirty and a little ripped nut Jason didn’t mind. How was he supposed to mind? He knew no better, and he’d be given back to civilization soon enough. Even if he was still a slightly off putting child.