It took half a second for Grant to pinpoint where the scent was coming from, the moment the little boy got up and started running up to him. Holy crap, that's a baby tiger. He was hoping like hell the kid was a born were, and not turned like he had been. There was no worse fate he could imagine a parent going through - and that was the precise reason why Robbie wasn't allowed anywhere near him for the full moons. His son was never going to be a were. Ever.
He still managed to give the kid a smile, glancing up at the mom, who looked nervous at what her son - Cecil - was doing. She had nothing to worry about, Grant wasn't going to hurt the little kid. "It's all right," he assured her. "Kids do that. Wish I could say it would get better as they get older, but..." He looked down at Robbie and shrugged. "It doesn't."
Robbie, though, stared, jaw dropping. "Dad! Do you hear him?" And then he tugged on Grant's shirt. "Oh my god, does he know? What you are?"
Grant almost facepalmed. This was why everyone and their grandmother knew what he was, because Robbie couldn't shut the hell up about how awesome it was that Grant turned into a tiger. "Yeah, Rob, he does." He drew a breath, "Your son can smell me," he said, very quietly. No one wanted to out a little kid, and especially not public. "I'm - like him." There. Not so hard to say, was it?