Gyrfalcon's Keep red hill

though rusalka knows another hungry mouth to feed hadn't been on his 'honey-to-do-list', he does not quite harbor the same stonecold heartlessness he once might've prior to becoming a father. there would no be imitating his father in 'survival of the fittest'.

he makes a small, noncommittal noise in his throat as he and solveig exchange looks, telling each other what they do not put to words in front of the boy.

somewhere, the boy had parents and there was a chance they might trace him back to them. at least, until they relocated. then it might be harder, but at any rate there remained a possibility he would be found and taken back home.

and if not?

he would train him. to be strong and fierce, as he was training his own children.

rusalka's thoughts break, attention drifting back to the boy who, in solveig's presence, acts shy rather than aggressive. it brings a small half smirk to the cairn's lips, amused to see this shift of personality.