Eating children, as it turned out, was frowned upon by most. As Ivarr began to spend more time in the human world, he was quick to figure that out. Still, he remained unapologetic for his true nature. "To each their own." There were some things he did enjoy about life among the humans, including little sayings like that. Whenever he heard one, he asked what it meant, then stored it away in his mind along with a few puns and dad jokes.
"Freedom and the old days," he said, wistfulness tinging the edges of his voice. "How is it you know no others of your kind? No family? I was a member of herds, a long time ago. Kelpies are not good creatures. My truest self is all bad, a bringer of death only. Sharp teeth and torn flesh." He shrugged. It was still hard for him to dial himself back and be a functioning member of the human world, among those he had long seen as nothing but food. He had little choice though, so he took advantage of what made him happy, whether it was a bit of food he would never have as a Kelpie or a friendship with someone who enjoyed skinnydipping. "Khepri is a fine name. There is no need for more than one."