An angel.
For once, it was good that Kjell could not read his mate’s mind, for surely he would have lost his one remaining eye in the ridiculous roll that would have ensued. No child of his was any sort of angel, no doubt. Even Bennet, his niece, had her own special brand of fire – he hoped the girl was alright, at least, wherever she was. Her father’s sins were not her own, after all, and frankly, no child deserved to see their parent brutally murdered before their very eyes.
It seemed his boy was just as keen on proving the thought (and thankfully, dragging the older dragon away from his more morbid ones). Aegir might have tipped himself over, but the little sea dragon seemed to be just fine to tumble around – idly, he wondered if the boy needed siblings. But shit, he and Kjors ended up pretty wretched. The kid was probably better off without. If he got bored, there were plenty of other pups rolling around.
(This pack was in utter chaos.)
“Yer awful clever,” he hummed proudly, his boy chattering some of the phrases he heard. “Think you can say ‘ma’? Ma?” Kjell looked pointedly at Pip, wondering if the pup was old enough to draw the connection yet. “Ma.”