Coconut Grove Imperfect, I'm imperfect

Dad?
The fuck was that? He might've heard the word once or twice before, but it never was the time to find out what it was.
"Was Dad close to you?" He inquired, unsure if it was a name or title, like Mama.

He nuzzled his nose into her, the weird rock in the sand forgotten.
"I'm not leaving you Minnow," he promised, regarding her for the moments.
"Yeah, I found a pack," he replied, "Rusalka. Though it's not that safe to stay. I got attacked by a woman in a pack not too far away and they took me in until I'm better."
He tilted his head, revealing the mangled skin.

He hoped she didn't get scared or discouraged. He didn't want Minnow to be in danger.
But she oohed and ahhed at the battle scar, and seemed rather concerned. But not too scared, which was good. 
Rowan turned and showed her the hairy rock before he decided he had to go back, it was starting to get late and Tundra would be wondering where he was.
So, he bid goodbye to Minnow, but made her promise to stick around for a while longer so he can find her on most days when he wasn't busy helping the pack.