Purpose

His daughters tone implied she was safe and well, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something dreadful could have still happened. He couldn't be mad at her. Not really. Not when she explained what might have happened had she not disobeyed orders. But he also didn't want her to think it was okay. "I appreciate that you are concerned, Orca. But rules are in place for a reason," He wanted them to be safe, and to know what to do when danger presented itself. They were young still. His only litter. He didn't know what he would do if something happened to either of them, and he didn't want to lose anymore of his kids. While there was nothing he could do for Whittaker, and while he hoped he was safe and well with Heloise, he would protect his children here until his last dying breath.

Turning his attention to the boy then, he gazed curiously at him and remained in a relaxed position to show he wasn't going to harm him. His massive head tilted slightly to the side at the boys answer, and he was confused when the boy suddenly jumped up and said he was cursed. As the boy slipped and crashed to the ground, his daughter chimed in and offered him a place with them, and even reassuring him that whatever the boy thought cursed him would freeze here. He watched her quietly for a moment, feeling proud at how much she was trying to help and how kind she was being. Perhaps it was simply a child's innocence, or maybe he was doing something right in raising them. Whatever the case, he was proud regardless.

Reaching forward, he gently set his nose under the boy to help him to his feet, offering his support should he need it. "Orca is right, curses are no match for the North." He said gently. He moved back a pace or two to whisper to Finn for a moment, and then the Fox dashed off back to pack lands. "My name is Acere, I'm Orca's father and the alpha of the nearby pack. You have nothing to fear with us, we're friends with Abaven."