LHe is fighting rage as he walks toward her, an anger like he has never known before at the mere thought of someone intentionally harming his daughter, for by the look of her cuts and the scent on her it had to have been another wolf. Tremors run across his dark body as he fights to keep his composure, knowing that is not what his small daughter needs right now. No, right now she needs his love and affection which he will give freely, later however he would find out who had done this to her. She whimpers and leans into him as he begins to inspect her wounds and it is almost enough to break what little composure he has gained over himself. Thankfully none of them seemed life threatening and all would heal in time. As she speaks he begins to gently clean her wounds, his pink tongue working over her almost blue-black coat to clean it of blood and the other debris. Ignoring the taste of coppery blood on his lips he listens to his daughter tell her story.

So, it would seem one of Daenerys’ daughters was involved, and he wasn’t sure if that made him feel better or worse. She seemed rather downtrodden that she couldn’t protect her friend, though at her age no one would have expected her to, but he doesn’t tell her that. Instead he just moves to kiss her forehead gently, where the white of her off kilter mask parted to black once more. He pulled back to look at her as she responded to his question, smirking as she mentioned getting a cool scar. “You might just, and then you’ll have a cool story to tell your friends,” he said through a somewhat tense smile, glad she felt well enough to be excited about such things. He quiets as she describes the attacker, fighting a growl that rumbled in his chest at the very idea once more.

It was some consolation to know that Daenerys had been involved to not only stop the cur and send him running, but surely she would have more information about who, exactly, it was that had trespassed in their packlands. Those thoughts he saved for later, however, focused now on making his daughter’s day better so she wouldn’t feel quite so bad. “I’ll have to go thank your aunt later,” he chuckled quietly nuzzling the side of his daughter’s face once more, “but for now how about we go watch the fireflies come out?” The sun was already sinking toward the western horizon, it wouldn’t be long now until it lit the sky in deep oranges and brilliant purples and then the little lightning bugs would appear like magic. Chasing them had always been a favorite past time of Haven’s, and then his and perhaps it might just cheer up his little girl too.