His experience with pups was rather well developed, though his own three children had all been well behaved perfect angels. None of them had ever been so afraid as the girl in front of him though, and all the training his mother had given him a situation like this was not one he was prepared for. He would call out softly, but all he would see her do was back away slightly before closing her eyes to him completely. Tilting his head curiously he'd let his own body relax into the earth, finding patience in himself he would only sit quietly across from her. She seemed to cringe then, the sight causing a soft whine of concern to leave his lips, but he would do nothing more. Surely trying to comfort her now would only increase his problems. Laying his head upon his dark paws he would sit and wait for her to open her eyes or run away.
"Speech"
