He had to admit that there was something endearing about the child. Perhaps it was her simplicity: she was predictable, each tap of their noses bringing about an attempt to lick. It seemed like an instinct and yet, he wasn't able to recall ever having such an instinct. Though, even he struggled to recall ever being as quiet as she was. That is what truly struck him about the child: she did not speak, she did not even growl and she seemed to not even care about any noise he made.
It took him some time - too long, really - to put it all together. Could the child not hear? He had never met a wolf entirely devoid of hearing and the realization struck him suddenly and forced him to pause for a moment, just enough for her tongue to grze him and bring him back to reality. Deafness...it wasn't something he had ever encountered. Half, perhaps,
but never full.

But how did one deal with such a thing? As she flopped about, his hesitancy had turned to curiosity;
he watched her mouth move and yet, she did not know to breathe through such movements to create a voice. His head instinctively tilted, absolutely captivated by how strange a thought it might be. So he would not learn her name and yet,
was a name really who somebody was? His lip twitched into a smirk just for himself. For now, she'd simply be Quietam Puella to him.

His distraction had allowed her all the time in the world though and he hadn't moved in time to prevent her from leaping all over his paws. And so, he was taken aback by the sudden sensation as she leaped again, batting at him. Yet, he stayed his ground and instead, lowered himself to her lower. He had never really played and thus, his movements seemed...a little stiff to say the least. He seemed to jerk down before he bared his teeth, though he did his best to look challenging rather than aggressive, his tail having given several sweeping waves to complete the look. Then, he swatted his own paw at her in an effort to lightly graze her shoulder.

Then, he jumped back, swatting the ground in front of him, the kill for Aster all but forgotten. He did not wiggle like her but he tried to at least look fun enough for the child. It was a first, after all, but he had often wondered just what children were actually like.