Nothing brought me greater comfort than being with my sisters. Danerys was essentially my littermate since Rhiannon had disappeared. I figure she is gone and never come back but like my blood parents the mountain family that had taken me in was more my real family than any of them would ever be. I knew they would all be here for me just I would be for them. Sure they were not blood but my years of life taught me that though blood was important it hardly mattered in the grand scheme of things. I stand now with two of the most important wolves that remain in my life and that truly means something.

I watch as Daenerys begins bathing Haven, her soft cream fur lying flat and she protested all the while. This was why I did it after her games, when she was tired and more apt to fall asleep rather than complain. It was just us two left after all, but part of me also realizes that soon she might be finding her own den and leaving me to my own just like the old days before all the chaos had happened. Perhaps though I still wouldn’t be as lonely just knowing they were here and with me and I am certain I could bug my little sister as much as I would want and she would have to deal with it. A sly smile crosses my maw at that giving her that quick kiss to the cheek before pulling my muzzle back.

I want to give her whatever training she wants, if she doesn’t desire any then well I will see to her general happiness otherwise. I have taught her the basics of hunting while in Diveen she can fend for herself at the very least but there was still much to learn about doing a hunt with a pack or hunting down prey larger than yourself with a partner. Things like that were important for a hunter and there were still more in depth tracking things I could teach her that I learned from Camelot as well. Still though I might have been jumping the gun a little, I didn’t even know if she wanted to do that. She could want to be a shaman like her mother perhaps, and in that I was little help. She still did have a lot to learn though.

”Flying prey can be difficult.” I, myself, didn’t like hunting birds. They were my friends after all and helped me relax, so maybe I wouldn’t be the best teacher there. Silly really, most viewed my flying friends as noisy and annoying I found them therapeutic and calming. Even the birds like the hawks and eagles had their songs to sing even if their voices were not as kind to the ears as their song bird cousins.

”Of course you can, I have only yet taught you the basics so you can survive my dear little sister. Would you like to learn more?” I pose to her question of if she could ever be good at hunting. I find it interesting that that is what she wants, that she is most curious in. After all when I was about her age was about the time I had found Camelot and he had begun giving me my own lessons.

At her final words I nod to her, of course she could be. I would prefer she pick ground prey after all and avoid my flying friends, or at the very least not hunt the ones around here. I am certain she will be good at it if she wishes though, I will see to it even if it kills me. I look to Danny a light in my eye wondering what we could do and thinking of the hunt that was soon to take place in Taviora. If she were to go with Daenerys I would be okay with that. I couldn’t go, someone had to stay on the mountain just in case something went down or a wolf came to join.

”Perhaps your sister will take you to Taviora if you are interested in learning more. There is a large hunt and feast, I am sure you would learn a lot from watching the various wolves hunt, Haven.” I say softly looking to her then Daenerys knowing she wouldn’t surely deny her little sister the chance to learn. It was getting late though and I knew it was time for me to be dragging her off back to the den to get some sleep, but times together like this were rare so I was in no hurry to be taking off just yet.

~ Calls Iophiel’s Soul ~ Serenades None ~ Sings Spirane’s Song~