Truly, Dirk wasn’t sure that he would ever fully understand Siren, or if anyone was capable of it. At time she seemed to be stuck in her own little world where she hosted a cast of characters that no one else knew. Other times she was quite present and far too sweet and trusting for her own good. Now...now she seemed to be in some sort of limbo. NOt quite the sweet carefree lass he’d met in the fields and yet not the lost, muttering curiosity either. At the very least she didn’t seem to agree with his praise of her son. For really, how could she not be the mother?

Likewise, Obsidian doesn’t seem particularly keen to have the older male close to his mother and Dirk pulled back from his little greeting. When Siren scolds the boy for growling, Dirk resists the urge to tell the wee lass to let the boy be. Boys ought to be protective of their mothers. It was simply the way of things. However, it was the single word practically barked at the pup that had the large brute blinking and turning his head back to his wee shadow. Mine. Once again Dirk was at a loss as to how to decipher the gel before him. For some reason that single possessive word made him want to puff out his chest, but even as the urge appeared he resisted, scolding himself for his vanity and presumptions. Siren was innocent, for all that she was stark raving mad. Already another male had taken advantage of that; he would not be another.

Dirk opened his mouth to restart the conversation and had barely made the starting sounds of a word when Siren started up her insistence that he didn’t belong. At least now he seemed to understand that she meant in Glorall and perhaps not necessarily in her proximity. But that she seemed to think that Eden posed some sort of threat to him was a bit alarming. He’d only just met the wolf and while rumor didn’t paint him as the most scrupulous creature in Moladion, neither did it paint him entirely a monster. Still, he saw genuine urgency in Siren’s repeated words and she even moved forward, pushing at his shoulder, though it did little more than make him sways lightly. ”Lass...are you safe here?”

He was beginning to think that all his efforts, fruitless though they had been to this point, to keep the places she roamed safe may have been all for nought. If the place she rested her head was filled with lies and snakes...if her home was not to be trusted enough that he might visit...well Dirk was certainly concerned. Meeting her narrowed gaze with his own, Dirk squared his shoulders, unconsciously preparing himself for some sort of battle. Whether it would be of the body, mind or soul he didn’t know, but what he did know was that his honor would not allow him to simply walk away from his wee shadow and her pups if she thought she was in danger. Even if the danger was in her head. He’d made a vow, if not out loud then to his own heart, that he would do everything in his power to protect the wee mad thing and keep her as safe as he was able. Even with his mind made up, some form of logic remained; he had to find a way to keep her safe without starting a squabble between his laird and Eden of Glorall. ”I’m nae leaving, lass. Snakes dinnae bother me.” Stretching his neck, he lightly touched the tip of his nose to her wrinkled one.