Polish and Luster

He had children on the brain. Hard not to, with Solveiga pregnant, and at least two of Marina’s youngest litter missing. He honestly wanted to get to know those that remained. His impression from Argus’ behavior was that the little blind child felt immensely out of place. Their interaction had been quite brief.

From Azazel, he got the impression that this one would be trouble if allowed to run the wrong path, and with Marina’s behavior of late, he worried that it was more than possible that wrong path would be found very easily. The uncaring, sulky demeanor didn’t do well to give him high hopes, but the build he felt the boy would grow into would be an asset if the good parts of his psyche were polished to gleam brighter than the rougher spots.

Adore gave an impression of wanting to make an impressive… impression. She had tried to make up for her brother’s sulk with a sweetness that had been rather false, but she had possibilities.

Nova seemed the most caring of the litter, from what he could tell, not having had any close interaction with the final pup – Ochitsu, if he remembered correctly – and had disrupted a hunting lesson to run straight to him with he worries. A frown twitched across his features before he shook his head.

For now, he could do little, with healing injuries and a Healer’s order – two healers’ orders – to take it easy, but he could at least speak to the children. A quiet sigh huffed free as he pondered his options, before he lifted his head and howled for Adore, deciding to begin with her, to see what she hoped to become when she was older.