He arrived, the silent lumbering mass the father was, dark ears pivoting to find one of his sons already awake. It was Alric, sitting with baited breath at the dens opening contemplating his next move. Hexx placed the meal down before approaching him, he was half of each of them. Split right down the middle and he regarded the boy before rumbling ❝ Little man, ❞ he mused in plain greeting sweeping his nose down though he remained just outside, cold eyes moved to scan their surroundings briefly. ❝ You can come out ❞ he affirmed,
❝ speech ❞
which means if it hasn't happened in a thread ─ it hasn't happened!
