I WILL ALWAYS FIND YOU
He's stubborn, as men sometimes are, snorting at each response she gives him. Of course they all were fair judgements, she was on to a bit of wisdom in this aspect. Ugh, women. They all had that annoyingly intoxicating way of making him see reason.
The little filly pokes about the brush, incredibly independent in comparison to the one he had just visited. Already she was working over her surroundings, "Of course," He answers, looking thoughtful, contemplating his course. Still he wasn't sure exactly how to do that, to just be there for the child. Would his hardness rub off? If it did, would she resent him later for it? Should he just let her be and hope for a good outcome? It was entirely too complicated and now he wished he had thought the whole thing through.
His own childhood held no healthy examples for raising a girl, most of his female siblings had been pawned off for land, for soldiers. Very few had enough fight in them to stay, especially when such behavior was not nurtured or encouraged. Be big, be brave, hit hard. Those were choice sentiments from his father, when they were not being subjected to some cruel form of training.
His earthy head tilts, Dacia stepping forward from her explorations, treasure in tow. First her muzzle takes on the dirt colors of the stick, then slowly it trails up her head. Killdare snorts, pulling his head back, and Astri punctuates his actions with a laugh. With a squint of inspection, a gruff mumble, he responds. "Not sure, give her something else." His thick neck twisting to try and locate an object for the experiment.
There's not much in the muted tones of the forest but he does spot the bones of some long forgotten small mammal. His charcoal nose roots in the dirt and lichen to free a few pieces, kicking them over. "There we go, try that." His glassy-green eyes look on expectantly.