Bearclaw Valley mini explorer

The man had made a point to stick closer to the den his family was staying in, more to watch over his children than anything else. He'd noticed when a small pup was brought in, but hadn't questioned it. He knew how Scarlett always seemed to find those lost or looking for a home, and he also knew she never had a problem with taking them in. Her decision to do so was probably influenced, too, by the size of the child. He wondered who he was, where he'd come from, and probably would have known had he visited his previous pack more often. Sadly, though, he hadn't visited them in quite some time, which reminded that he would eventually need to. There were things he wasn't currently sure of, however, and so he made no plans to leave anytime soon. Still, he knew he would need to someday, just someday farther into the future.

Kove had been laying a little ways off, watching the entrance of the den in the shade of some bushes. It was not to hide, but to keep himself cool. His coat was still thicker than most due to his lineage, and he'd noticed his son, at least, had inherited the same genes. He hoped the boy was keeping cool, just as he was. When the Inuit's copper gaze caught sight of something—or, rather, someone—peeking out from the den's entrance, he was quick to stand up. At first, he thought it might be Desna, as he'd only seen the dark muzzle, but was soon relieved to find it was not his hefty daughter. Still, a child was a child, and this one happened to be younger than his own. He started towards the boy, following him to the lake he'd found. His steps were quiet, still, and the mark of the brotherhood stood proud against his pale coat. It needed a touch-up, he knew, but he would need to wait to have that done.

The elder's ears perked when he heard the boy saying something. It was a name, and he believed it belonged to him, since no one else was there and he was looking at his reflection. "Don't get too close," the ghost said as he closed the distance between them, coming up and sitting down beside the smaller's form. The man suspected the boy could not swim, and didn't want to risk him falling in. Kove would save him without a second thought, there was no denying that, but that wasn't the point. "Is your name 'Leo', little one?" The taller's head turned to glance down at the whelp, wanting to make sure his assumption was correct.