Blackfeather Woods They will make you an exhibit

He had caught scent of children but had not expected to actually come across one unsupervised. Argent does not have much experience with... youth but he assumes it is not... surely it is not normal to allow them to go tumbling all over without a mother nearby? Yet he does not smell another. The titan turns towards the tiny form, opening his mouth only to shut it when he takes in the details of the creatures malformed body.

If Argent reacts to the child's deformity it does not show in his face. After a moment, he says, "hello," and takes a seat. Part of him wonders if it is out of cruelty or sympathy that the wolves of Blackfeather have not culled this child, but aside from his... spine, he appears to be functioning normally. Or, at least, appears cheerful about his situation. Tactfully he does not let his gaze linger too long on the slope of his shoulder, glancing instead past him. "Is your mother near?"