Permafrost Hollows re: new beginnings

The boy is fortunate that it is he that stumbled upon him. Had it been the ice wraith, it is likely the water might’ve run red. Is it unwise to doubt Zephyr? To think the ill of him, for what he has overcome? Kratos sees the world different, in which the parent is to blame, and the child a victim that ought to be spared—maybe saved.
Nightingale pales, panics—his ass suddenly touches the ground and pathetic whines follow in the only defense a child has save for the sharp needle teeth. Kratos would change that.
A snort flees from the beast, he coils around the startled babe. Not close enough but in an act that blocks the viable exit with the stream looming on the other side.
Then, a bark of laughter surges from him—chest expanding and the gruesome twist of lips all too ugly and all too Kratos. Hm. He hums in agreement, settling his outburst. Your home?