Savage was complicated at best, and total dick at normal, and sociopath and worst. So it was hard to say what to think about the man. What could be said right now, was that his eyes weren't harsh, though holding the hard nature in them, and his tone was more fun having than aggressive.
"Tiger." Savage repeated to her as he watched the young girl examine her decent back to the ground. There was only the one way, and it was hopping down. But deep inside, Savage liked the aspect of this part of growing. Learning ones limitations was important, and that was majority of childhood. Then she released and hopped down landing on her feet, and the only thing he added was. "Land and bend at the knees. It'll cushion your fall more." Then Savage handed off the backpack and started walking.
While walking though, came the thing he didn't like about children. Always asking shit. This and that, and that and this. How fucking rambunctious of this little one. Though playing along, Savage answered the question as rapid fire as she was shooting them.
"Because I'm savage." "Yes." "I can be meaner if you like." "I'm American English, and I suggest you never call a Native, Savage. They'll scalp you."
His eyes shot over with a smirk. "Hell, I might scalp you yet."