Although he is my father, I will not get stuck in a cycling loop of avoidance. I turned to him, my eyes setting upon him as I view him carefully. I am analytic in many ways, scanning his face with care. The way he speaks and comes about it all, answers my question entirely. I do not know why he would not answer me directly. I am not one to judge such a thing. My parents are my parents, and family is family, even if my family was a bit...closer than others, more defined in our blood.

"Even if it did make a difference, there is no reason to obscure the truth of my blood, the truth of my origins," I state confidently, my ears giving a flick as I continue to look upon him. I almost get the vibe that something bothers him- if it was the relationship or if it was the mentioning of Ruvindra herself. There is much mystery of my relatives, that I had not particularly considered until this moment.

"The way it is presented to me, it was only logical. Who gave you your blood, and who gave mother her blood? Are there more? More that holds the blood we come from? What of their names? For some reason, I don't see you or mother ever allowing a betrothal to happen, you are both too stubborn for that," I ask, my questions directly, a bit of a smirked grin playing on my black and grey muzzle. I figure he is feeling like his paws are on black rock on a mid-summer day, and my grin was to be the cloud that perhaps brought some relief.

I wonder if I am the only one of my siblings to inquire this deep about our history. I do not mind to do so, as we sit atop the dune with the Glorall air tangling with our fur. I know that time is a finite thing. I know that the history of wolves before us is passed down from wolf to wolf, and that I must learn as much as I can for when my children ask. It is only my hope that...mother's story doesn't end with me seeing her once last time at the borders of Glorall, with one last touch upon my muzzle before she disappears forever. At the very least, I know my story with my father, does not end here.