In all his life, though it has not been truly all that long, Guardian is assured he has never had another refer to him as a tree. For a moment those eyes of blue and gold widen in surprise at her comparison of the ant to the tree. It isn’t, he supposes, wholly incorrect. She was a little thing, a very little thing and he was by far one of the tallest among Moladion- though had remained somehow fortunate enough not to have inherited to much heavy bulk along with that- his form lighter then even Azrael, toned, muscular, designed to run as much as it was designed to fight and he is truly fortunate in that. To heavy, he thinks and he would look far to much like cousin Elijah or Solaris, the ground very near shaking when they ran. Aviias, he thinks, would be light enough to run atop water without falling in should she truly desire it- his lips pulling upward and into a lopsided grin at her words all the same, tail waving a moment behind him atop the rock. A more social wolf, perhaps, would not have been content to ask the question Guardian posed so bluntly about her paw. He was a polite creature, a gentle creature and yet from Azrael he had perhaps inherited a certain amount of forth coming bluntness- a tendency to simply say exactly what he thought of a situation or other being, sometimes oblivious to how or why it may well be interpreted as impolite. He asks if she broke her paw- because he desires to know, eyes lingering upon the oddly fitted appendage now before she speaks.

“Oh.”

There is little else to be offered by way of response to the reason she truly offers for her injured paw, handsome head tilting slightly in evident consideration. He had a sibling, many of them and none had ever been born with paws like that- he had even witnessed the birth of many of them and was assured they had all looked rather cramped all the same. Maybe Aviias had simply had a very large sibling? Guardian finds his attention drawn momentarily to his own paws, large as they were to support a male of his size, briefly examining his own two russet feet before returning his gaze to the delicate little female on her own boulder as she assured him it simply made him clumsy.

“Can’t one of dem ‘ealers just fix it for ya? Ma brudda, Meryl is a ‘ealer, maybe da best of dem. Why not ‘ave one of dem look at it, eh?”

He is not a foolish creature, far from unintelligent, more so, his understanding of the world is simplistic- he has never yet seen a healer fail to heal something and as such he maintains a faith in their skills to do just that until proven otherwise and the lesson is learned. He may be full grown, yet he is a young male still by anyone’s standards and as such there is much of the world he is still yet to understand. The manner of packs and ranks and family however is a topic in which he is truly well versed as he asks after cousin Solaris and his own brother, Starfall, both of whom had left to travel to Taviora when they had both been barely yearlings. Starfall had desired something he could not find in Diveen and to be free of Azrael and Solaris, it seemed, had been a gift of sorts, from Isola to Coza- a show of unison between their packs and one that had worked well for his cousin. He had always been strange, Solaris, though perhaps in his own way- so had Starfall, both finding solace amongst the trees and he does not begrudge them that. He would need to visit them soon though, of that he was sure, perhaps he would even find himself inclined to find Aviias again should he do as such. After all, this was by far the longest and most successful conversation with a female he had ever managed to have.

“You will meet me Ma and Pa I am being most sure of dat. You could hear me Pa comin’ a mile away.”

It is said with good nature all the same, a snorting chuckle rolling from parted lips as his tail flicks once more and their conversation is given to take upon itself a more serious turn as he speaks of Diveen, the place of his birth and his homeland. He offers his words freely, for there is no lie within them nor lack of honesty and there is nothing amongst them to be hidden from the girl before him. Why should he seek to conceal the truth of it from her? Surely he had not been at fault in this, even if it did play upon his mind and perhaps it was for that reason he spoke it. No had, not really, asked to speak to him about it, asked him how he felt. On Calliel had dared to call him upon it and she had come at him with fangs and a demand for battle that had seen him force himself to engage his own skills and put the Princess on her rear where she had most certainly belonged. Such is his nature however, that he simply holds no grudge upon her, has allowed their battle to pass and greets her still with a grin. Though perhaps the same could not be said for Covet should he ever find that male again. He is not an easily angered creature, indeed he is a calm, peaceable male and yet there is an anger there, buried though it is. It is not even an anger for himself perhaps- but for Achilles, expelled from his home simply because they had attempted to assist a stranger whom had seemed so very lost. There is some comfort, it would seem, in the words the little female offers him bright eyes lifted to her once more, offering a nod though his features frown slightly all the same.

“He said some strange things, ta me cousin ‘Yrule, strange things, he reckons someone from me family stole his puppies or summthin’ but it aint ever happened, I know it aint. He just makin’ things up to be mad ‘bout. He ain’t liken anyone that is part of da Angel family but dat ain’t our fault, he told me cousins they gotta try not ta be Angels, how can ya not be what ya are? Is like sayin’ I shouldn’t be black!”

He laughs then- because it is wholly ridiculous, because in the end, truly, Covet is ridiculous and maybe it is worth laughing about and maybe because Guardian, in the end, is a forgiving creature.

“He needin’ more then ass kickin but it’ll come in time, always does. I think maybe he jus bein’ real sad, none of da things he think ‘appened actually ‘appened and I think maybe he’s mind ain’t right, he’s sad and he’s confused and I can’t ‘ate him for dat.”

How could he truly hate such an unfortunate creature? It was liking hating a three-legged wolf because it had nice fur- that was not Guardian’s way, or the way of his family. He watches as the little female stands suddenly, coming over to his own boulder as he reclined upon it, long legs draping like a spider down it’s sides as the little girl very near through herself about him in a hug- the first and only female to ever do such a thing outside of his Mother as his gaze simply widens in surprise. How he had managed to achieve such a thing he hardly knows, very near ceasing to breath in surprise before simply staring in some sort of wonder at the female.

“Dat was nice.”

Really he has no idea what to say in response, feeling a rather silly smile echo upon his lips all the same, although where and why he felt such a thing he hardly knows.

“If I went vistin’ all me family I’d never be at home. It’s da biggest family of dem all I reckon, but I like it, s’always someone to talk to and always someone ta help ya. Angels ain’t never alone.”

He smiled once more, continuing to watch the girl as she spoke about Taviora and the pups and having lost that position when her imprint left. He had never found his own imprint, the boy assured that he simply did not have one- and that was alright, he supposed.

“I ain’t never had an imprint and maybe Imma glad ‘bout that, seems like all dat does it ‘urt ya in the end. Me Ma and Pa are the only ones I seen dat make it work, day are imprints and day are mates too. Didja mate not like ya imprint? Is dat why he left?”