It inspires Ankh the way Herschel licks at her and she scrunches up her face, bottom teeth poking out slightly, as if she is disgusted by the display and yet her eyes shine brighter and her tail wags faster. As quiet as her cousin is Ankh enjoys his attentions, especially as apologetic as they are, and there is a sudden feeling of being right in the world with her family around her. Now she wishes for Arthfael, who had taken up the mantel to live in Spirane, and Alistair, who was off doing whatever the boy wanted. Yet, in a way, that was certainly okay because it afforded her with more of their attention without having to fight for it with the two boys. Now that all seemed right in the world she moved with a prancing step towards her brother, grinning like a Cheshire cat and glancing at Vladimir and back at Seamus then to her father. Over and over her looks went, assuring herself that they weren't about to run off without her, adult or no.

Natu has grown close to Fenrir but she does not move to touch him yet for she is still in a position of uncertainty. His scent is strong and it eases her nerves as she talks and the moment Coza disappears her mate moves forward himself to press his obsidian nose into her scruff. With a sigh of relief she leans into his touch, her own muzzle brushing against his neck and inhaling deeply; he smells of foreign lands, of things not of Molodian, but soon he would smell of the den she had claimed. "You mean Church's son, I assume," she murmurs into his fur. "I have not seen the boy myself but I have visited Spirane and Arthfael has decided to call it home with Ailith. He has found a friend there in one of the princes. Perhaps he will meet him sometime."

Ankh's eyes narrow at her brother the moment he seems to puff up, her lips immediately pulling into a decisive pout to let him know that she was not above whining to get what she wanted. Before she gets a chance to say anything Vladimir speaks up and her frown turns into gloating as she sits down before him and lifts one paw to push into Alexander's chest. "What he said! You must tell me or I won't be your sister anymore." Now she is the one to puff up her chest and lift her head, angling to the side as if she is some goddess and he is a mere mortal, though her pale eyes flick to him to make sure he is paying attention.

Her paw drops with a thud as they speak and she unconsciously turns her head around again with ears pricked although they flick back with a thought before she frowns once more at her brother. "If you are a prince then that makes me a princess, right?" Of course it did! Now she stands quite suddenly, grinning and there is a hunger in her eyes. "I want to see a bear the size of a mountain one day." Now she spins around and trots to her father, ears laced back as she stares up at him. "I am a princess, yes?" Natu smiles then, pulling her face away from her mate to grin at her daughter in an amused manner before sliding her eyes to her son with warmth.

Sixteen - Fenrir's Heart - Heyel's Soul - Taviora