The yearling looked fear stricken as he turned to face N​ó​ttin. The Pillar wouldn't allow him to sink any lower though, approaching with a soft smile and a friendly wag of his tail. Hello there. I'm sorry if I startled you. His voice was warm and inviting as he made his careful approach. You remind me so much of your mother, Freya. Hawthorne was it? I'm afraid I'm still getting used to all of your names, my apologies.

An awkward smile grew on his lips, hoping that the young lad wouldn't take any ill will towards him for such a thing. It was probably still very hard for Freya's kids to adjust here, especially after all they had been through. How are you fairing here? I hope the others of the pack have been kind. If not, he would have a very harsh speaking to with all of them. Such was the fellow soft hearted male, keen on being at least a good role model for the yearlings if they so allowed him. No one would harm them again, not on his watch.