Bearclaw Valley chamomile

a wild little scowl curled his jaw as athalia introduced him, dashing his cloud of mystery for a name he hadn't wanted everyone to know. surely this was the most challenging experience that being a parent would ever throw at him.
he decided to be gracious, and eyed the boys with something that was not a smile, but not harsh either. sven and kristjan, ancelin filed, noting their accents and how pleased athalia seemed to be around them.
"there's no swift here," he grunted, glancing down at the girl then back to the kvarsheim wolves. "what sort of relationship did you have in mind?"
he had diplomacy written all over him, you see. ancelin would probably rely more on athalia for her (in his opinion) misplaced goodwill in that regard.