You were his kid. There was no ifs, ands or buts about it. Who cares if you’re a grown ass adult? He still loved you like you were his own.

So after you got hurt after helping Bloodhound care for some prowler pups (one bit you), he almost went nuts. Immediately telling off the hunter and tending to your wounds right after.

”Dad..”

You mumbled. Embarrassed that he was doing this in front of every other legend.

“No. You need to be more careful when being around those beasts, I don’t care how young they are!”