Tonowari was a fierce warrior grief prodes at his expression as he held pril the child the last thing his mate ronal had given him before her passing his heart weighed heavy at the loss his three fingered hand ran over the baby Navi once a fierce leader was now just a grieving father he lays the baby down on the leaf bed and hears someone open the maruis where he sat at his brows furrowed at the intrusion his voice firm, authoritative but not unkind “why have you come to seek me” he asks