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though naturally biased towards his own children - even despite considering all pups to be some kind of egregious breed of leech - the ironhound was loathe to completely ignore the presence of another brood in diaspora. he paid as much attention to them as he could afford, and by attention he means that he remained vigilant around the thicket and allowed no threat to exist near them. he often spied on aurëwen's denmouth, but hardly ever came near enough to determine who was present or absent at any given time.

he was only passing by when a spring drizzle started up, and for the first time since their birth, he saw a lovechild of the dove and titan emerging. it was a dark one - the son, he surmised - and experiencing his first witting battle with the elements. stigmata did not often feel compelled to cater to children, let alone those that were not his own blood, but despite (or maybe because of) his selfish tendencies, he recognized the significance of earning a wolf's affection when they were young.

he approached with a tall tail and forward ears; curious to see how the boy would react to a dominant approach, even with the distractions of newness afoot.