Now, Hecate (like many other wolves) was naturally gifted with wanderlust- but this was absurd. What would a toddler be doing alone at 6:34 in the morning. He was completely unaware of her and his surroundings. Just pawing forward on little stubby white paws. She wasn't sure if she should say anything- her jaw parted in awe. She knew Piety had been missing for a while, but the real red flag was when she heard her name being screeched just the other night. Where had the woman gone? She asked herself, letting the echo rattle in her brain. She knew the hardships of missing a parent, both even. He was suffering and trying to be a "mother figure" would only make it worse.

"Boy," She said sternly, eyeing his ruffled and dirty fur. "You know, you shouldn-" Hecate intended on getting his mind off of his mother, a scary story would do just the trick. "Ah, never mind. Something like this could scare a young lad like yourself." Oh how she hoped he would take the bait, anything really to make him stop thinking. Where was Skoll? Being a single parent was difficult, but christ, the boy was prone to die at a rate like this!

The little man was filled with anger, absolutely teeming with fury. In his little steel eyes, she could see something break. It must have been hard seeing someone that resembled his mother. Hecate looked quite a bit like Piety with the exception of her venomous eyes and less... angelic purpose. Hecate was far from maternal, she could only help him through some sort of friendship.

The little man's response lifted her lips into a curl. He was right, the Archers weren't afraid of anything. Hecate, trying to really sell the young lad, sighed painfully. "You are brave... I guess I could tell you." Her voice dropping to a whisper, craning her muzzle over to his small ears. "There's things in these woods that will make your skin crawl... especially The Shaman." She retreated, glancing over her shoulder as if the imaginary wolf was watching. "You see, The Shaman only hunts in the morning... around this time. He has enchantments that would turn a grown man's stomach." Hecate was giddy with excitement- telling stories was such great fun. It was always her favorite pass time as a child, and hopefully his too. "But beware boy, The Shaman is always lurking for an easy dinner." The lass clicked her teeth together a few inches from his muzzle, sporting a playful smile. He was small enough to be picked up, but still, with an anger like his- it would be difficult to escape without any scrapes. "Pleased to meet you brave boy, I'm Hecate"

He was hooked, eyes widening as she went on. She was having a splendid time talking to this young ma- wait, no. No stop it. Her mind thought, watching as the child snapped to conclusions. Her smile began to fade, turning into a more frustrated stare. "What the fuck?" She said quietly as the boy yelled. "No, he don't eat grown wolves. He eats ki- never mind that, jesus christ." She scoffed, trying to bring him back to the surface of reality. She felt a lurch in her stomach, a reminding feeling. It was the familiar feeling of being homesick and being home. "Listen, I'm gonna drop the Shaman thing and I'm going to be real w'you for a second. Can you handle that?" She asked honestly. She wanted to explain something that apparently nobody had explained before to him. He seemed capable, so with out giving him a chance to reply, she continued. "Sven, I know ye want yer mum. And I sure as hell know sh'wants you. But lad- I been through similar things and you need to focus on yerself rather than other things." She sighed heavily, he might not want her help but it would be a crime not to offer it. "If you need to talk to someone or get further information about yer mum- I'm always 'round an I'm quieter than y'think." The woman winked and gave him a sneaky smile.

She had what she wanted, he was angry now. His voice rang in her ears, a affirmative smile adorned her lips. She had explicitly exposed him, pulled away his sheet of all knowing. He needed to yell and scream, kick and fight. He was all pent up and she wanted him to release some pressure. "Yes, yes yes!" She prompted, a deep crease forming between her brows. The assuring woman he was looking at before was all but there, she was now telling him to get angry. A loud laugh came from her mouth as he told her nobody cares. She got up abruptly, turning in a wide circle; this allowed him the space to explode. "Get angry, scream, yell goddammit!" She shouted, her voice overlapping his next string of words. He hit a sad note, this new emotion getting her all riled up- heart racing in her chest. She nodded fiercely, eyes wild with excitement. "NO! YER RIGHT THEY DIDN'T DID THEY?" She asked him outright, cocking her head to the side and taking a step forward. "They didn't do SHIT, di'they Sven?" Hecate raised her brows, shaking her head side to side. The woman pursed her lips and mouthed a sarcastic 'no?'. "D'you know why they wouldn't do anything?" She cut him off before saying another word. "Because, Sven, th'world is filled wi' fuckin' horrible people. And you?!" She yelled at him and made another round, head tossed up in bewilderment. "Yer stuck. Right in th' middle. And you ain't got shit smarts about how t' cope." The words coming from her poison laced lips were shallow and lifeless. Hecate was practically forcing him to fight back, to get in her face and retort. But, there was no retort to be made. She hoped him to be smart enough to agree, because he wouldn't last a day without accepting this.

Hecate gave a rough a hoarse sigh, backing away and bracing herself for a threat yet to be made. "Fight me. Come on, tell me how angry you are about your mum." The woman said, softly; the words allowed for only him.

She had pressed his buttons in the right sequence, the little ball of fur hurling at her with a sharp yell. Now, this was unfortunate. She had wished the child would have come up with a creative way to try and fool her. This was just Sven trying to swing his weight around, she wanted action; finesse. A delighted smirk adorned her as the young woman merely braced herself on impact, the collision staggering her backwards. Her back legs pushed onward, scooting the small body to back pedal while he gave a few measly bites. Hecate reached down with her muzzle and gave him a powerful nudge away; taking it upon herself to prance elsewhere around him. She was careful ti be light on her feet, thanking god for her swift feet.

"Don't scream. Yer givin' me a warnin' when ye do tha'." She tipped him off, bracing for the next impact. She expected no noise from this attack, they would rely on very little chit chat besides her words of advice- take them or not. In fact, Hecate didn't expect her words to get through to Sven at first. But eventually, he would understand the importance of what she was doing.