Hideaway Strath Stay a thousand years.

She was right in her assessment, and when she smiled Dingo couldn't help but smile back - because he knew it wasn't a threat from outside that would be the danger. He would never hurt the children; his fixation wasn't like that at all, he was much more invested in having good, clean fun with targets that were a little more developed, which meant the kids were safe. They were more like nuisances to Dingo at their current phase of life.

Well, even if there was a threat, I'm sure you'd handle it. He remarked with a little nod. A part of him wanted to remark that she'd be a pretty shitty babysitter with her broken ears, but he knew to keep that thought contained.

Dingo moved back towards the heart of the 'strath — and towards the sounds of voices, the scuffling of children pouncing and running in the underbrush nearby — and caught a glimpse of gold. The man licks his lips hungrily, but thankfully he isn't facing Towhee until after, at which point he's smirking to her again. There they are, the little rascals. Safe and sound... At least for now.