Was it even possible not to worry when it came to the female before him? She was innocence and madness all wrapped together in a little black package. There were times where she seemed aware of her own madness and others were she was completely oblivious to it. Times like their meeting where she was far too trusting of those around her. He supposed that it was some comfort that she seemed to differentiate between those who were trustworthy and those who were not, but what exactly was her criteria? He’d been a perfect stranger, looming over her but he was trusted, her own alpha was not to be trusted and she seemed to be less than accepting of her own son.

Convinced that he would go mad himself trying to make sense of anything his wee shadow did, Dirk sighed and simply accepted that he would likely never fully understand her madness. Perhaps madness was not meant to be understood in general, simply accepted for what it was. Maybe that was where he’d gone wrong before...trying to fix and appease rather than accepting. As the little one growled at the brief contact, a touching of noses, Dirk smirked and resisted the urge to nip at the pup’s ears lightly. He was a sassy little thing, protective of his mother, or perhaps possessive, it was hard to say. Dirk’s experience with pups was quite limited. A few yearlings here or there for training in the past, but never one so small. But Siren finally relented, agreeing to let him stay and warning him to watch his step. Then in the same breath she scolds the little one. It’s a bit disconcerting sometimes how she flits from one conversation to the next and back without pause leaving Dirk with a case of mental whiplash.

”Och, hello there wee Obsidian. Your Mum has named you well.” Crouching down so he was more at the same level as Obsidian and perhaps not so threatening, Dirk smiled though the smile faltered at the strange interaction. No good? Was her madness already rubbing off on the lad? Did he comprehend what he was repeating? Clearly Siren had a reason for thinking that her own child was no good; likely something to do with the strange conversations she held with herself. He would likely never understand her reasoning and he didn’t want to upset her, but a child should never grow thinking that their mother thought they were no good. Frowning, he remained silent as he watched the two interact and for a moment he was certain he saw a hint of fear in his wee shadow’s eyes. Maybe it was a trick of the light; how could she be scared of her own child?