Oh, so Askan was wrong then, he wasn't just some random from the middle of nowhere. It took a moment or so but a look of recognition flickered onto the loner's face, but soon enough it was replaced by something derisive, almost frustrated. The Selwyn tipped his head, about to ask what had gotten his tail in a knot before he explained on his own volition.
Deadbeat father huh? If Askan had his way then they would be few and far between, parents would actually do their damn jobs and raise their kids rather than let someone else come along and pick up the pieces. Which wasn't to say he resented Hawthorne or Sachiel he just...how hard was it to take responsibility for your actions? To have some damn self control come spring? His lips curled back into a disapproving sneer as his whiskers twitched if anyone in his pack tried anything funny he'd throw a damn fit...or toss them into the lake to cool off, either or.
"That's what I said, isn't it?" He rumbled, his eyes squinting into thin slits. "Why, what of it?"
Askan had already concluded that this kid wasn't the worst but...that didn't really say much in the grand scheme of things? Being unawful wasn't exactly high praise, if he wanted to get anywhere he was going to have to be a little more blunt. There was no use prancing about with small talk, no one asked questions unless they wanted to find something out. Askan would play along, to an extent but he wasn't going to offer the loner the world on a platter. If he got annoying Askan would let him know, probably quite loudly too with even more squinting.