As the blood began to thicken and clot around the scratches on his muzzle, he became more comfortable - slowing his pace to a dead halt at her side. I wasn't practical to call out for someone and then continue moving, and so he would let them come to him instead - they were fairly near to the center of Seracia anyway. A boy approached, his half-grown bodice becoming visible though he was still out of earshot. He was moving toward them in a casual manner, though it seemed he held a bit of confidence in his pacing. Gerhardt returned the dip of his head, though it wasn't directed at him in particular - it was just a way of greeting. The child asked very casually - not unlike Gideon - 'Who's this guy?' A rumbling chuckle would flicker in Gerhardt's trachea as he gazed fondly at the boy. This was his grandson, Quintus Nero - if he remembered correctly. "I am your grandfather," he would state without an ounce of contempt - he didn't blame the boy for not knowing him, he'd only been an infant when they'd last laid eyes upon one another. "My name is Gerhardt, I am your father's father." Tongue would swipe across his lips as he rocked onto his haunches. "You have grown up quite handsomely, are all of your siblings as large and well-built as you?" Perhaps he was stroking the boy's ego just a bit, but hey.. that's what grandfathers were for. Eyes would flicker to Loccian, thinking of introducing her as his mate - but perhaps Quintus (if that's who this child was, anyway) should not be the first ears to hear their announcement. Maverick and Epiphron would want advanced notice, he was sure.
