[It's true...Angelina is his smart, perfect daughter, but she's never been the sharpest knife in the drawer either. Truly like father like daughter.

Either way, he'll pet the top of her head as she circles around him and starts trotting back towards the house, prompting Wolfwood to follow in her wake.]

Trust me, I know. Careful when we get to the river up ahead. The stones are slippery as fuck, so it's easy to fall in.

[Ask him how he knows.]