Sometimes he questioned fate, and her intentions in stitching their souls together as one. He cared for her on a level that could never be matched by another wolf, but he at times he wondered if he had done something wrong in his path. Why would fate match him with a shewolf who desired to keep company with another shewolf? Perhaps it was some sort of destiny for him to give her the family that she and her chosen mate never could have had without him. Often more than not he had to remind himself that it was not his place to question the inner workings of the world. Malina had needed him to be a father to her children, and so he had become what she needed him to be. Moladion was a strange place in that way. After the sky had fallen he had roamed far and wide at his mother’s side, serving as her protector in those times when they had thought Alcide forever lost to them. He had seen other cultures in those years, and no other pack suffered from fate playing her games with the wolves’ souls.

As she fell into step with him, their strides easily synchronized, without any effort required. He met her gaze as her brows raised teasingly at him, her quip met with a deep chuckle of his own. Shaking his head in jest, he said, “I’m the only named warrior Spirane holds; gotta be at the top of my game.” That smile she infected him with continued to grip at the edges of his maw as they moved along the periphery of the pack lands at a walk, their paws falling steadily together. Malina spoke of Isola, and Sleekwing was given to nod his agreement. Though he’d never known Heyel himself, their families had long held respect for one another. In the days of Solevion and Trenus, Heyel had deftly attained and held his crown. It was of little surprise that Isola was much the same as her father, keeping a much firmer grip on Diveen than his own family had been able to accomplish with Spirane. That would be different now, he was sure of it.

Her words drew his eyes back to hers, and the serious gaze that reflected back at him caused his own brows to arch with interest. He knew she was an incredibly skilled wolf in such areas, it had been at Heyel’s own discretion that when Alcide had requested a training partner for his son that Malina had been chosen for him. If only the two patriarch’s had known then what their matching of assassin and warrior would give birth to. Before he was able to react, the look vanished and his brows lowered, her thoughts shifting to Spirane and so too did his own.

“Daenerys was born for this, in a way my littermates and I were not.” By all rights, the crown should have passed to Orca. The descendants of Boneclaw were interesting in that fashion, the tradition of passing from mother to daughter rather than simply first born. The female line was incredibly strong in their family, and his sisters were only living proof of that. It was Daenerys who had been truly meant for the role. Orca had a wandering soul, and though she resided upon the mountain now, Sleekwing was often given to wonder if her wanderlust would allow her to remain. “It is certainly nice for the discord of the past year to finally settle.” His grin lingered, pleased with the course of their conversation. But of course it would fall to him that it might take a turn towards, well, uncomfortable. Before he even really considered the words, they flowed from his maw, “I figured you were probably quite busy. Three youngin’s must keep you busy, and if they’re anything like my siblings and I were when we were pups, I’m sure they’re a handful.” His smile faltered for naught but a moment, lingering as his eyes softened slightly at the change of topic, wondering at what she might tell him about their children.