He sat there, amongst the wheat field with its tall golden crops ready to be harvested. Looking out into the wilderness of a forest near by a small group of children played, one of which had caught his interest.

He had traveled far and wide in his long life, yet to find himself in the need for any desire for children.

Seems as if he may have not been as careful about that non need as he thought. A child with a shorted stature than the rest and with a tail and horns sat off to the side drawing in the damp dirt with a stick. Seems like that one must be his, he could sense it.

“Dinner time! Come on ya’ little ones! Before it gets cold!” Shouted out a middle aged lady.

So his child was a country orphan.

This would make things more easier.