Huh. It seemed as though Wormwood wasn't the only one that had quickly acquired a son recently. He had adopted Roy only a few days ago, and he was quite happy with his son, and extremely proud of him after everything that had happened, like Roy getting his flames to die down. However, he hadn't known that part of the reason that Delilah had fallen off the face of the earth was because she had a new son to take care of with her boyfriend. Not that he was complaining. He loved acting as a mentor figure to children, and he definitely thought that Del would make a wonderful mother to any child she took in, so when she strolled into camp and put her son down, announcing his existence, Worm had perked up with interest. The hellhound had hesitated for a moment, not wanting to startle the child with his slightly disturbing rotted appearance, but also wanting to introduce himself. He took a deep breath before getting up to his clawed paws, trotting off of the porch he had been relaxing on and moving over to the two felines, one much smaller than the other. The child already struck him as adorable, and it felt kind of nice to see another feline with wings, even if Wprmwpod wasn't currently able to access his large winged form.

Clearing his throat as he sat back on his haunches, the canine barked as he offered a friendly smile, hoping it didn't come off as creepy with his slightly rotted and undead appearance, "Hello there, little one. Anybody related to Delilah is a friend of mine. My name is Wormwood... since I told you my name, can I hear yours?" He gently encouraged the child, trying to make things a bit easier for Delilah, and to have the child actually properly introduce himself. Wormwood couldn't really blame Flint though, since he had been much the same when he had been a young cub. His attention hadn't been held long by practically anything that he was presented to him, and he had always been trying to befriend everyone, a jittery ball of excitement. Of course, that had never really worked out for him back in the pride, since he had been widely ignored and scorned, but Wormwood hoped that it would be nicer for Flint living here. He was pretty sure it would be, since most of the people here were very kind.

V i r i d i t y . n.
A youth introduced to a larger group for the first time.  It seemed to the prince a rather momentous occasion, one he could not help but smile upon happening upon it.  The scottish wildcat felt his whiskers twitch, eyes bright as he examined the child thoughtfully.  He sounds like my sister.  The memory of Kiia nearly turned his smile into something sadder, held back by the steadfast reminder it was only a matter of time before he saw her again.  They lived such long lives though, he muses.

"I don't mind offering you my name," he decided warmly.  "My name is Torren and it is nice to meet you."