Hawthorn looked upon him with great wonder. A softness growing with more confidence as he regained himself. It was a clear show of whose child he was. The elder smiled upon him, his tail still waving back and forth for a moment longer. Yes, your mother is quite the jewel. One my dearest friends, she is like a sister to me. I'm glad that she was able to find her way here and bring all of you with her. She has told me a bit about you and your siblings, so I was excited to meet you. N​ó​ttin was now thinking of having kids again, now realizing just how much the prospect of being a father now pleased him. Hawthorn made him truly realize this in a matter of minutes. It was a breathtaking revelation.

A more uncomfortable question made its way from Hawthorn's lips, almost tempting a grimace from N​ó​ttin's face. But he kept it well under control to the best of his ability, hoping that the child did not see it. I do not know your father unfortunately. But your mother briefly mentioned him. She didn't say much in the grand scheme of things when it came to him. A truth that he was trying to hide from the boy for his own good. The Pillar didn't know how much Hawthorn knew of his father, nor did he know what possible abuses the children might have endured while they were with The Saints.


He cleared his mind though of the terrible thoughts, choosing to instead focus on what lied ahead of them: a future. Of course, Hawthorn. You can do anything you set your mind to. N​ó​ttin smiled brightly again, happy that he was able to light up this boy's world even for a short time. A hunt sounds like a good plan to me. I can help you find something good for her. Shall I lead the way? Or did you want a shot at tracking? Anything to support any talents the boy might possess. Anything for a hopeful boy before his elders.