I can be certain, at least, that my mother will survive her ordeal. It is her children that my attention often is drawn to now - my siblings, I suppose, though they are certainly not entirely. They are not as my true siblings and I were as children and it is an unusual thing to see. I intend to keep a close eye on them, ensuring they move in a suitable path lest they fall beneath the feet of others and become... nothing. To become such a thing might be a worst fate than that which Ayal had planned for them. For now, though, I seek only to consider ways in which to bring together the youth of Glorall in order to begin solidifying pack bonds. It is an important thing to instill young, to give children some semblance of an extended family so that they do not rely so heavily upon those related solely through blood. I know I must do so and yet... the idea of being surrounded by children... it is quite a bothersome one.

It is not children that cry out for me, though, but rather the familiar tones of Luk. I am surprised to find him home so soon and yet, perhaps I should not be. For all that can be said about him, he is a tenacious thing. I will reward that, I suppose, with a swift arrival; I do not hesitate to pivot towards his direction, taking off at a swift lope across the flats of Glorall. The sun is sinking, after all; does he intend to trick me, perhaps? To conceal the shade of the fur with the darkness? My lip twitches in amusement as the idea - if that were the case, perhaps I would not even be so mad. It is a skill in itself to think in such a conniving way.

I swing around the clearing so that I come from his front, my eyes locking on to his instantly as I approach. I am not hesitant or cautious but rather, I come with a purpose just as he does. I move until I am within distance to reach my muzzle out, pressing my nose into the course fur he holds. The scent is unmissable, though it is tainted by the scent of saliva and dirt. Nonetheless, I cannot help but raise a brow. So, he had gone with the direct path of action? I pull back then, taking several short steps back in order to place distance between us before I speak. "Tell me, Luk, did Solaris put up much of a fight?" I already know the answer. Solaris is no fighter and yet, I would like to see Luk's account of events.

I lift one corner of my lip up in an amused grin - it is laughable, almost, to imagine Solaris in such a situation. For certain, I doubt he imagined he'd ever be the target of such innocent games. Nonetheless, it is interesting to see that he has not sharpened his mind in that regard. Does he not know that Achilles knows he is the one to have killed Heyel? For all he might have known, Luk might have sought the fur in order to give his scent away. I guess I cannot expect others to be so cautious. But, this is not about Solaris. It is about Luk. His success. "You have done well. Tell me, how did you go about this? Your methods? What methods did you consider?"