Of all my children, it was perhaps Berke who gave me the most cause to worry. I knew he was a capable boy, that he could look after himself, but I missed the ambition that I had seen in him during the early years of his life. In the back of my mind I often reassured myself that he was just out amongst the population of Moladion, learning the tricks of the trade that he so loved. As I spoke of my mate and each of my children I watched the expressions that passed over my mother's face, knowing that it would please her to know that Acheron's traits have passed on to another generation. Of course the slight frown that had hinted at my features did not go unmissed, and when Moth reached forward to touch her nose to my cheek I felt a deep sense of relief. I may not be a child any more, but I will always be her son, and she knows how to comfort me like none other. It was a gift given to mothers, to be able to soothe their children with a single touch. Her words reassure me, thinking that I must only assume the best for my children who had wandered far and away from home. I nod in agreement with her words, a slight smile returning to my maw.

I asked then about her other son, Dexter, and for a moment Moth fell into silence. She seemed to contemplate her answer for a moment, and much the same as she had glanced around while I had thought on news of my children, I averted my gaze to our surroundings for a moment. I spotted a unique songbird that must live only in the forests of Taviora, for I had never seen one of such interesting plumage before. But when she took a breath to speak warm brown eyes flecked through with amber moved back to her, ears tipped forward and listening with interest. There seemed to be a certain element of concern in Moth's voice as she speaks of Dexter's habits. It is interesting to hear that he used to spend a lot of time with Calliel, and I wondered what might have changed that. Calliel had recently been promoted within the pack, an opportunity that had been afforded to her after my conversation with Isola about Malina's lack of presence in the pack. But I kept my focus on Dexter more so than Calliel in this conversation, for he was who I had asked after. I nodded at her words, but my brows lifted in surprise as she told me about the 'ill intentioned visitors.' It did not sound good. "I hope that he is alright..." I said, reaching forward with my paw and placing it atop hers in a move made to offer her comfort, much as the touch of her nose to my cheek had done for me.

As we lay in the meadow discussing the extended members of our family, the sun was beginning to set. I was glad to not feel any pressure to move along on my way. Our conversation would go on for as long as Moth desired. I would sleep here beneath the coming stars this night with my mother, and perhaps for a few more nights to come.

OOC; I figure we can sort of call it a 'fade to black' now and end this thread since its getting pretty out of date, if that's alright with you. c;