Dirk watched the little pup posture and pose like a proper little lad and couldn’t help but smile. Certainly not the reaction the pup was hoping for, no doubt, but how could he help it. A tiny little clone of his wee shadow trying to intimidate and posture like he was a man grown. It was a good thing in Dirk’s eyes, though Siren seemed a bit off put by the display. Nudging him aside and growling at him to stop for all the good it did. Her reaction seemed a bit strange, but then he supposed just about anything the lass did was peculiar. ”Och, lass. He’s just being a good lad, protecting his mum.”

Briefly he wondered if his own wee son might have grown to have such spirit. His eyes lingered on the dark pup and his ears drooped slightly. Would he ever be able to see a pup and not think of his own lost children? Likely not. He’d never gotten the chance to know them. There would always be wonder and regret. With a soft snort, Dirk redirected his attention to Siren and upon seeing her tail wagging, his own brindled appendage twitched. It was good to see that despite all her madness she could still be happy.

Stepping forward, careful not to crowd the pup too much, Dirk stretched his neck out and nosed the tip of her left ear. It had been a while and the last time they’d interacted for any length of time she hadn’t seemed particularly used to physical touch. Still, she seemed happy enough to see him which warmed his heart more than he thought it could or should. What was it about this mad little hen that melted him? She wasn’t anything like Maureen had been. Not even close. True both women had been broken in some way but Maureen had been inconsolable and hurtful in her madness. Siren simply...was.

At the rather enthusiastic introduction, Dirk lowered his head, extending his nose to the pup; Obsidian. A fitting name, really. Though as she rambled on, he began to wonder. He knew the wee shadow talked to herself at times...perhaps to voices in her heads. But was she saying that her son was a voice in her head? And this Ruby? It wasn’t something he was sure that he could decipher just yet, but whatever it was, Dirk was beginning to pick up on the less than nurturing looks that Siren was giving the pup. Was she confusing the pups with her voices? That couldn’t be a good thing. Again, he wanted to find out who had put her in this position and tear a chunk from their hide.

He didn’t have much time to think on it though before Siren was telling him he didn’t belong. Blinking, Dirk lifted his head, tri-colored eyes locking with the bright yellow of his wee lass. ”And why dinae I belong here? Yer here.” Of course he had no intention of staying here but he also had no intention of leaving her here if she was in danger for any reason. That regard now extended to her pups as well, pups that confused and concerned me. Was she truly fit to look after them? Perhaps he’d have to make sure he visited more often.