d'Mani. It was so similar to his Fathers, there had to be some connection. He was positive of it now, regardless of asking just for proof. But he knew that he eventually would- he would have to. He had to hear it from the stranger herself. From d'Mani herself. And she had asked him who he was- had she not? "I am Holo." And yet she had used the term exactly. Well. She had asked for it. "I am the son of Moth and Faol'an- Moth being Alpha of the Saw Tooth pack far from here, and Faol'an being her Beta. Once upon a time, that is.. " His words idly trailed off as he spoke about his Father. He had not actually spoken his name aloud, let alone about him, since, well.. since he had left. When really thinking about it- the silver used-to-be prince realised he hadn't spoken, nor seen any of his family since he had gone. He truly had never returned. The thought left him with a slight feeling of unease, and he found his mismatched gaze wandering as did his mind, but only for a moment. And before several moments had even passed, his attention was back on the girl in front of him. Someone he felt he should know.

Tilting his jaw now to the right and still watching her, and though he had already asked and gotten merely her name- he felt he had the right to return her inquiry. "Who exactly are you?" He put emphasis on his own 'exactly' so that hopefully she would get his point. He wanted to know just who she was, and if he was right in his mindset- if what his heightened senses told him was true or not. A part of him hoped with desperate joy that she was who he thought. And yet another part begged for him to be wrong- for nothing to be able to tie him down here, for nothing to influence him. And yet, she had already influenced him, regardless of anything, hadn't she? She had drawn him here, before her, to speak with her. Would he have stopped even if a remenant of Faol'an's scent hadn't reached him? Holo did not know.