His own personal happiness was not something that was often at the forefront of his mind. Always he was concerned with those around him, the pack that populated the mountain. Even Natu, who no longer called the mountain home, but was still pack to him all the same. Perhaps it was how he had grown to miss her even though the times between their visits had grown shorter that caused him to think more on what he desired in life. For a long time all he had wanted was to serve Spirane to the best of his ability, and he had done just that. But whether it was the fondness which he had so long repressed for Natu resurfacing, or his presence in the lives of Ailith's two pups, or something else entirely, he'd begun to muse more on what he had missed out on in life. It all bubbled to the surface as he sat beside his sister.

It felt good to get these things off his chest, to a wolf who could understand what he meant in a way few others could. If someone had managed to listen in on their conversation, they would never think that this was the first true heart to heart, deep talk that the siblings had had. But the bond of littermates was something much stronger than could be defined, and he spoke to Orca of the thoughts that sometimes consumed his mind in regard to love and life. She listened with open ears, and for that Sleekwing was grateful. In return he took each word she spoke in response into consideration, shaking his head when she spoke of how their parents had enough love for all of them. He'd only meant that the fates had allotted such a grand romance to their parents, that there had been nothing left to bestow upon their children. "I know this, Orca," he said to reassure her that he'd never held any doubt for how much their parents had cared for them. He leaned into the embrace against his shoulder, turning his nose and touching it to the top of hr paw.

Cobalt eyes rimmed in lavender lifted back to her pristine face as she spoke of how it was not too late for them, that the still had a chance. They were only twelve, after all, and just as Sleekwing believed he had many fit years ahead of him to fill his stead as Castellan, Orca believed those years could bless them with love. Sleekwing nodded, for perhaps she was right. Maybe his mind had just closed to the possibilities after Malina had chosen another. Glancing back out towards the tomb, he sighed softly, wondering if in the years since he and Malina had met if he'd squandered opportunities. What if he'd met the woman that could have been the mother to his children? He felt a little lost at the thought, hoping he had not foiled himself in thinking that the fates had cursed him.

The touch of Orca's nose to this chin pulled him back to her, gaze returning to those lavender pools that set so perfectly in her face, so like their mother's. She was right, that there could be more with the three children he had fathered. He'd tried reaching out to Los, perhaps he should seek out Mana or Alcmene and try with them as well. But it still ate away at him, that he'd seen them the night they'd been born, and then not again for over a year. "Perhaps it is selfish of me, to want more than what I have already been blessed with. But I do. I want to raise children and let them chew on my ears when they are teething and summit my sides as if they were the peaks of these very mountains." A sad chuckle followed his words, averting his gaze for only a moment before he lifted it once more. "I hope it is different for you, Orca, when you discover he who completes your soul." It was an honest and most sincere statement, for perhaps there still was a chance for her to have something even a fraction as grand as that which Moonglow and Alcide had possessed.