He was not entirely sure how the little child had talked him into walking her home, but there he was, in the middle of Halifax with a gray little fur ball that said its name was Frey. When Dahlia was completely out of the picture, Haku was a careless bastard. The lack of pack scent only worsened his response to the individuals he encountered because it lessened the possibilities to get on the bad sides of the other groups that co-existed together with Dahlia. The child had followed him for an hour, filling his sensitive ears with whining. It had happened that he had turned on children, but that was only when they bore the scent of Inferni. He did not know this child’s parents, and so he eventually gave up. The secui had no idea where they were going, so he just followed the child. She seemed to know the way, and this made him really wonder why he was needed. Well, this was a way to waste the day, one of many. The male had wasted days and days lost in thoughts, the scent of Svara slowly lifting from the lands of Dahlia.
The dust coloured child’s body danced in front of him, humming her own little song. She was around the same age as Conor and Emwe, so around two to three months. Adults always found children adorable in this age, when they still had the appearance of a cute, furry toy. The Lilium was oblivious of this fact. He had been wondering if he should hand his children over to someone better suited for the job. They were nothing but an annoyance, and Conor had even attempted to burn down the cabin. Children always angered their parents, but Haku’s anger resulted in physical abuse. He did not want to make the same mistake with these two boys as he had with his firstborn. There would be consequences this time. The brute grimaced slightly as the child flashed a smile at him, making sure he was still following.