She turns her head slightly and gives a devilish and slightly scolding look to Guardian at his comment of him being her favorite and most loved child. It is hard to say such a thing could be possible. She loved all of her children.

"I love all of you the best," she says firmly but simply, head lifting a bit with the statement. Sure, it made no sense really, but it was true. She did love them all the best.But apparently Hektor wanted to be loved the most. Her head turns down to allow him to lick her muzzle, tail wagging madly behind her in response to the pure energy that the young boy gave off. It almost distracted her from the awkward subject Guardian was bringing up with the creation of his son. Her head lifts again slightly, lifting a brow and allowing her still bright yellow eyes to flash towards Guardian as he decided to...not go that far into the conversation in regards to how the boy was created. Life was mysterious thing. It did take a male and a female to create others, but how it actually all worked beyond that was not really known.

"Yes, you helped him be a very unique boy, hm?" she said as she let her gaze fall back to the young pup that so desperately wanted continued attention, play bows being met and the boy attempting to bat at her face in play. She mouths him gently, pushing him aside in a playful manner until he was thoroughly distracted by the lizard nearby.She did not realize that this would spark an argument- one of the strangest ones to witness. The small pup had the opposite effect of his father, and the contrast between the two made her chuckle slightly under her breath. The boy is so lively and her son was simply so chill, even when he argued. The argument did not last too long, with the lizard moving and the boy quickly be coming distracted. She simply watched in delight as she lifted herself completely, standing tall as she watches the boy full of energy and spunk do a rather...terrible job at trying to get the lizard. Sure, he put in great amounts of effort, and if anyone was going to get an E for effort and determination, it would be Hektor.

Yet her loving gaze would turn once more to Guardian and he then stands besides her and asks her if she had spoken to Azrael, her head tilting slightly as she was not really sure what Guardian was getting at. He continued on to explain, about this wolf named Zeus. How this wolf attacked the mother of his children. Her dark hackles furrow at the thought of it, her protective nature causing a tension to cling to her muscles. She frowns slightly as Guardian explains that Achilles was sending him off to stop this wolf who had a problem with Angels. Her frown did not last too long as she looked back over at the boy. Aviias might go crazy caring for that boy alone without help. She knew Guardian was just that, a Guardian, and he had to do what he had to do. She did not want him to go out, but what choice did she have? She had to simply protect Aviias and the children and ensure no one harmed them. She sighed slightly, yellow eyes brightly burning with worry as she turned to him, her dark muzzle reaching to touch her son's gently.

"We will always watch over them, darling, you don't even have to ask. Just...be careful. I am afraid for you, my son, but you are a Guardian and so....so you must do what you must if it is to guard the pack," she says with a touch of a whisper, taking in the face of her son. Oh how he had grown, so much larger than she ever imaged. She hoped his size would be enough to...scare away this Zeus or something.

"Promise me you will come back in one piece?" she asked, concern flowing in her motherly voice. She did not know what was going to happen, but she was not completely comfortable with it, which showed in her face starting to touch with grey...er, extra stars other than the stars on her forehead. She knew she would have to spend a few nights closer to the den where her grandchildren lived, ensure that Aviias would be okay and did not need any additional help. She would have to get Azrael to hunt some extra food for them as well. Her mind was ticking and churning, and she had not realized how tight and stiff her muscles had gotten as she stood there looking at her beautiful son, wishing no harm to come upon him.