King Elk Forest second breakfast

The boy seemed pleased by the name of the animal, and Heston's lips cracked into a wide smile at his attempt. He snickered, nodding. "That's right, Fox." Rowan couldn't very well get mad at him for teaching the boy a new word, he hadn't told him to say fucks. Heston himself found it quite funny.

The young one parroted his question back to him, and Heston watched as he approached him and sniffed his foot. He was surprised at the closeness and watched the child with soft eyes. He wouldn't mind to have a munchkin around, one that got his eyes or his handsome smirk. He hadn't managed to mess anything up with this pup, so certainly he could handle being a dad?

The pup bumped his chin, breaking him from his thoughts with the contact and the whine that followed. He might be slow with some things involving pups, but he'd seen adults regurgitate meat for their children. He'd always found it rather gross and had firmly decided that he wouldn't repeat the act with his own children. But now the little floof was staring at him with wide and pleading eyes. He winced, glancing away. "Oh...you uh, you're hungry? We could tell Mama? Go find her, and eat?" He wondered if that would be enough for the boy, and hoped it would be. If he insisted, Heston would have no choice but to give in, as distasteful as he found it.