Qeya River Through the endless daydream

A light woof caught his attention- his ears perked, gaze followed, and finally he lifted his muzzle from the stream. The question mark was a dark young boy with a shining green gaze. Dægmar gave him a slow once-over, gaze seeming to pick him apart. He remembered being that young... he'd been stupid. A snort left his nose at his own thoughts, not that the kid would understand what caused it. Nostalgia swept over him in a wave, which he subdued, but finally he licked his lips of remaining water droplets and let an awkward smile trace his maw, an attempt at friendliness. Greetings, lad. Dægmar rumbled neutrally. Did this kid want something out of him?