I feel some concern for the two of them, yet what is there that I can truly do under the circumstances? My presence atop the bridge would surely be a hindrance – I can see the branches beneath them move, the logs sway, the water finding new ways to enter the tangled wood as it rushes below and through. If I were to clamber atop it all, there is no way to know whether such an intricate structure would hold up. Instead, I can only watch and contain my thoughts and self as the pair of them scramble across. I watch Badar closely, intrigued by the way she communicates and leads so effortlessly, though I notice the smaller parts of herself that I’m sure even she does not acknowledge. I see her eyes flicker, an ear here and there, the smallest hint of nervousness as she quickly evaluates every step, adjusts their path to accommodate the bridge’s movement. There is much of her mother’s blood in her, a fact that becomes more and more obvious with each passing season. Ava, too, somewhere in those calculating eyes.

They finally come to the edge, and it is then that I rise to stand, meeting their gaze levelly as the younger boy moves to leap down. There is a shift beneath Badar and though I feel myself flinch, I hold back. I remain stationary, my eyes darting to her and my hackles rising, but I do not charge in to help. I only watch, my teeth biting down on one another, but no sooner than it occurred, it seems she finds herself amidst the panic. She leaps, lands, and I snort in response to her pride, shaking my head slowly. It seems there is still a child somewhere beneath all that poise, after all.

She investigates the boy, and I move towards him too in order to get a better look at him. Eyes, I know, never lie and I see Angel blood in his, but his fur speaks of diluted blood, blood I may very well not know. In any case, he is every inch a reminder of Diveen’s blood, with a hard-chiseled face even in his youth. Whereas Badar seeks injury or ruin, I simply search him over to satiate my curiosity. With such blood, he is likely the child of somebody important – somebody with rank to pull, and yet he is here, alone, and seemingly unbothered by racing into danger.

"One might say it wasn’t bad not just for a wolf of the ravines, but for any wolf at all,” I say after Badar has made her question of why clear enough. I give her space and time to say what she cannot with words, but I suppose I ought to speak eventually. Let me flatter the child, at least for Badar’s sake, though in truth I quickly move to watch the opposite side of the river lest his parents realize his absence and blame Glorall for luring him over such a dangerous route.

After a moment of watching, I turn back towards the pair of them, bowing my head ever so slightly. "This is Badar, and I am Eden, the Fortitude of Glorall,” I say as my eyes meet his. I say little more, settling back at a short distance to give the pair space, looking towards Eira with a small tilt of my head – she has stayed back, and I do not wish to pull her into the situation if she desires to stay out of it. With that in mind, I wait for Badar to give me a sign too – she may very well, after all, wish to dote over the boy by herself. She had rushed to show me the bridge, but that does not mean she wasn’t likely to find her new discovery more exciting than her own father.