The child’s behaviour made golden audits fall flat against the yearling’s skull. There was no doubt that someone strict had taught this boy some manners. To know how to behave was a good thing, but the child could not be more than two, three months and nothing was suspected from it. Conor wanted to turn and walk away—did not want to deal with this. It was revealed that he was Gideon, a little brave boy that had been left alone and seen monsters. The pale smile on the caramel coated male’s lips seemed so false, contradicting him so. It was hard to act cheerful when the world was so wrong. And what was this about his father? Conor was about to ask for a name, but the little boy claimed his full attention as his squeaky voice rose.
Confusion hit him when the boy spoke. No talking? What twisted home was it that the boy came from? The Soul male knew well that packs outside of Nova Scotia could be different in every way thinkable, but he found it odd that someone had been so very strict with a little child. It saddened him, and he could not have the child roll around and cause himself pain. Leadership was merely a title and some responsibility—it did not make him any better than anyone else. The male wanted to nuzzle the little thing, wanted to shift and take the poor child in his arms and carry him away. He felt that it would be foolish to do so though, as the child clearly had issues with him. Reluctantly, Conor decided to stand his ground.
”I would like it if you talked to me, Gideon,” he decided to say as he refreshed the suffering smile on his cream coated face. He tried to think of a Druyurrr Druy, but the name seemed alien to him. Of course this was a young child without the ability to correctly pronounce the words it wished to speak. Eyebrows furrowed slightly as he thought about current and former members. Then, a small sparkle lit up the darkness. ”Dreyrugr is your daddy?” Yes, that was the name of Alexey’s former lover. If it had not been for that, the Dahlian would have had a tough time remembering the name, as the male had left when he was still very young—too young to be able to keep an overview of Dahlias members.
Eyes rose to Bris again. There was a problem; Drey was not here. However, he was Bris’ brother—or so Conor believed—and perhaps the woman knew the whereabouts of the male? "Do you know anything about Drey's whereabouts?"