He had never been good with children, a down fall perhaps... but one he had never had a need to fix, he had never had children of his own and at nine years old he should have atleast had a few litters by now. His blood wasn't something to be thrown around so willy nilly though, Samil comes from a direct decendant of the fallen angels. Much along the lines of the Angels of Diveen and the Demons of Iromar. He just.. didn't have a home, not really. He didn't mind though, and given his band was a small one, he didn't feel the need to challenge any of the packs for their lands. Not yet. Vikings did need a base camp, and he had choosen one. The Grotto's deep holes and caverns made a perfect place for the Vikings to stake their claim.
The fawn gave one last final shudder under his weight before it became sufficated by his pressure against it's ribs, the little cream female came up behind him answering his question, he didn't know her to be a princess and he wouldn't have cared if she had told him. She wasn't one here, she smelled of no pack lands he knew. His teeth rip into the flesh of the fawn and pull back the belly to reveal the insides, digging his head into the hole he'd created he pulls free the liver and heart, placing them off to the side. "If your gonna run with the big boys child, you'll have to speak up. I'm an old man. Now, do you want this meat. Or not?" he turns to her and takes a step back. Once she was fed and he had taken a bit to keep him going till his next hunt, he would test her to see what she knew.
His face is covered in blood, the white mask of his face stained heavily in red, he noses the liver and heart to the side, apparent in his claiming of the two choice peices of meat but also knowing the thin girl probably didn't care what part of the deer she got, so long as she got fed. "Take what you want, afterwards we shall see what you've got." He tries his best to smile, but it's hard because he's not one of those kind wolves. He's also not evil... it's an inbetween road for him "Then you'll come with me to visit Naamah, she will be able to teach you the finer things." He did not think Naamah would have a problem teaching the girl, it would just take some time for the group to get together.
"talks like this"