Blacktail Deer Plateau New places,new faces

rusalka was a father before all else, and he wars with himself between allowing his gaze to soften or keeping it as it is as the boy struggles to speak. it is immediate, the understanding that the speech impediment is very likely why the boy likes to spend time by his lonesome; quiet and reserved.

the seaking summons patience that only a father can have, biting back what words of encouragement that bubble on his tongue. it wasn't his place and this boy did not yet know him.

you don't have to call me sir, young rohnen. rusalka is fine. rusalka offers with a warm smile. he was one of the alpha's yes, but the calling of him as 'sir' reminds him a little uncomfortably of his own cub hood and beating back the panic that tries to flood him at anything that makes him think he is turning into kraken ( he is not, but y'know that fear of turning into his old man is real ).

it's nice to officially meet you, rusalka offers, genuinely. do you need anything from me or solveig? anything we can do to help you feel more at home here in raventhorpe? a question asked of both cubs and adults, recognizing that the children were about the same age as his own and surely coming into their own: thus rusalka sees no sense in treating them like small, helpless kids.