He was still unsure what he was faced with. Part of him knew, it was as obvious as her looks, the scent clinging to her fur, but the other part of him was locked in disbelief that the small child, a pretty much clone of his daughter was here. Still it was just hard for him to imagine that Suomi had pups to begin with, she was so spirited and wild, to let any male close enough to her sounded, well, impossible to him. The more he looked at her, ran his muzzle through her fur, allowed his tongue to clean the snow though the more he was sure there was nothing else to explain it. He worried for his child then, wondered where she had gone, why this one was here by herself, and was there more? He knew loners often had smaller litters of children, but what if she had found a home out there? Still right now he had to focus on her.

His attempts to check on her seemed to cause her to stir slightly, her from moving slightly, responding to his gentle touches to make sure she was, mostly, okay. However, it was his voice that truly brought a reaction. Perhaps she didn’t know, in her more transitory
unconscious state, that it wasn’t someone familiar near her. Though his size was surely intimidating, the old aztec male was hardly threatening, or really put of an illusion of such, his eyes gentle and over all his visage appearing completely concerned, it not a little confused, for his situation. Still he supposed to a puppy, and as a complete stranger he could be a tad bit, overwhelming sometimes.

Thus her reaction, he almost scrambled to help her to her feet when her body flailed off to the side, though he wasn’t exactly the swiftest of moving creatures, he never had been, and it was even worse in his old age. All he could do was watch her topple, feeling immensely guilty for, what he assumed, startled her so bad. Though also somehow her reaction was… expected. It was just as his child was, fiery, a little too quick to jump to a fight, but that was how she was, and he expected nothing else out of her, though perhaps he had hoped her child would be a little less so. Clearly not.

It was almost like Deja Vu. ”I is sorry I just-” He started though the girl didn’t give him room to respond to her first demand. His ears tilted back, his head lowered clearly apologetically. He waited for a second or two, making sure she was done being angry and instead letting a smile once again try to form on his grayed muzzle. He gave a little sigh though it was more relieved than anything which was probably more odd to her than anything else so far in this interaction of theirs.

”You are being so much like my daughter.” He said there was a little sadness to his tons, but the smile still tugged at the edges of his muzzle, ”She was named, Suomi. Young one, you are being much like her, in many ways, I was just making sure you were okay.” He tried to assure as well as explain. It would be… odd if she didn’t know the name, if this was all in his head that she wasn’t the daughter of his child. Still he had to offer something to give her some piece. ”I has food, a warm den. You is looking like you come from a far place, and this cold is not so good for us.” It didn’t work with the girls mother. He tried to offer her food and she still had to be forced to come kicking and screaming… but it was still worth a try, right?