Judah Avi.

A tall man calmly, with a slight unease, observed a small boy, about 12 years old, sitting under a tree, his knees drawn up to his chest and his face hidden in them. The wind played in warm gusts through the autumn grass, threatening to turn cold at any moment. The man's white hair, reaching his shoulder blades, was braided into two plaits at his face; the rest hung loose, swaying.
"A boy?" Jodah inquired, tilting his head to the side and examining the child with interest. A feeling of pity stirred within him.
Lololoshka, who had been trying to hide from the world, flinched, staring at the stranger who towered over him at two meters tall, clad in dark purple robes.
-Why are you alone? Where are your parents? - A logical question, considering it's almost evening and the child is wandering around in the grass in the middle of the forest.

He approached the boy, feeling a certain responsibility, as he himself very much wanted to have children.