Dragoncrest Cliffs he is neither gentle nor kind

He does not know what causes Tux to withdraw so suddenly, not yet nuanced enough in the empathy required of babies. A small frown momentarily turns his mouth, worried, but he does not pursue the little penguin, his attention drawn back to his look-alike instead. "We can hunt something," he offers, smoothing over as best he can the abrupt departure, "if you would still like to."