Emberwood Crocodile rock

There was a clear lack of ability with the youth, Rosencrantz had spent very little time in his life with anyone under the age of one. To be honest, he was close to feeling rather uncomfortable, uncertain of what to do next other than the absolute obvious - which was to find where this one's home was and to ensure that her parents would find her. 

Looking off to the side, a look of utter annoyance crossed his features. Brows furrowed into the nothingness past the young lady - a part of him just simply wanted to walk away, and let the next idiot come across her and try to take her home, but the man wasn't that heartless.  Clearly. He said with a lip rising just enough to show the fangs on one side of his uncharred face, again, glaring in the empty space before cooling off his attitude to turn back to the young lady.

 And where are they? Where is home.