Max ducked his head as his father entered the room, his ears pinned back and his tail tucked as he tried to disappear into thin air. "Where were you?" Chris asks sternly as he looks over his son, his tail swishing behind him with unease as he looks at the marks and bruises littering the hellhound's body. "I was.. uh out. With some friends?" The redhead offered as he tilted his neck submissively when the forest spirit leaned closer to him. "Names?" Chris asks as he cups his son's face gently, brushing the dirt and grime off of his face. "I can't.. " Max whines softly as he leans into his hands, tears welling up in his eyes. He didn't want his new friends to die or his girlfriend to get hurt, his dad was just overprotective. They just played rough? Sure they hit a bit hard and Trisha would say nasty things but they were his friends. "It's okay baby, I'll find out anyway." Chris says softly as he presses a kiss to his forehead. "No one hurts my treasures."