[ The snow does get the smol to look up, and he'll be met with the sight of deep blue eyes, vibrant and bright with unshed tears. Even as Aether approaches the little thing Childe blinks, and they spill over his cheeks and soak in the mittens he's got pressed against his face.
Distrust spreads across the child's features, but then his gaze suddenly cuts to the side and a deep, thrumming growl resonates through the air. Fear fills the redhead's face and he scrambles, grabbing at his shortsword and his pack while several large, jet-black wolves emerge from the treeline. They look from Childe to Aether and then back again, licking at their chops hungrily.
The wolves are haggard and scrawny; the threat of starving in this frozen wasteland is too great to stave off the fear of contact with humans. They approach with hackles raised, teeth bared - and then lunge, kicking up snow as they rush forward for the smaller of the two, the weakest between them. ]
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Distrust spreads across the child's features, but then his gaze suddenly cuts to the side and a deep, thrumming growl resonates through the air. Fear fills the redhead's face and he scrambles, grabbing at his shortsword and his pack while several large, jet-black wolves emerge from the treeline. They look from Childe to Aether and then back again, licking at their chops hungrily.
The wolves are haggard and scrawny; the threat of starving in this frozen wasteland is too great to stave off the fear of contact with humans. They approach with hackles raised, teeth bared - and then lunge, kicking up snow as they rush forward for the smaller of the two, the weakest between them. ]