It's not even breakfast

He remembered his father, a weak man, but he was always there for him, always a father. Creedance didn't know how to take the fact that, he too, was now a father. He had watched each pathetic scrap of fur from a distance, careful, not to stray to close. His brief interaction with his son, had proved amusing, but perhaps what was more amusing was the arrival of Morphine's older daughter, the snarky little bitch. His ears craned forward at her words, drawing him into a standing position with a huff. From on top of the rock, he looked down at her, watching her for a moment before speaking.

"Tell me, my little dame, did you get your ass kicked by a hedge-hog? Didn't mommy warn you not to stray from home, hmm?" His voice was a low sultry purr, as he looked at her, before jumping from his rock, landing easily on the ground. "A father? Ah, my dear lass, I wouldn't dream of any harm coming to them, or you.." He crooned as he strolled towards the pair, his posture relaxed. "Why do you involve yourself in messy pack politics? Want me to win you a crown my dear? Is that what you seek?" His two-toned eyes watched the wraith, a slight smirk teasing his jaws.

Turning his eyes to his son, he spoke. "What's your name, boy?"