Taliesin look at her as she looks at him and the golden lady fights the urge to hide her scarred face from his sight in shame, this was not how she wanted to be remember. Not that he had a good image of her based on what she had done anyways but hideously scarred would only make it worse. Pallid opalescent eyes, robbed of their inner light, lift to look into his timidly, just to catch sight of his fur rising in anger. Instantly the once strong, fearless golden wolf breaks; her body cowers, tail tucking tightly between her legs and her face pointed towards the ground, away from Taliesin as her slightly emaciated body shakes.

Her response is one conditioned from years as a captive with jailers who mistreated her, lashed out, and ganged up on the lady with vicious anger whenever the need arose. It is his teeth she expects but it is words he delivers. Mother, he calls her; a title she knows she has not earned. But the pull of the words is more than she can handle, she longs to embrace him, touch him, and feel him to make sure he is real.

Hesitantly her skull turns back towards her son as she forces her body to relax once more. The strong willed girl who had first adventured across Moladion had been destroyed. In the end it had been only the desire to do good for at least some of her pups that drove the wolf to make her escape. Gathering as many of her bastard pups as she could they had ran for two days straight before the pack had given up. Hunters had gotten three puppies, Rhiannon had been too afraid to leave. But Doe had at least managed to save three, Isaerys, Rhaeys and Casimir. They had been forced upon her by a male who did not care for her wishes, as had many others, but they still did not deserve the life they would have lead there as the children of a slave.

Slowly, as she becomes more confident that he is not going to hurt her, the golden lady straightens herself back out, embarrassed over her reaction. “I...I was looking for you.. unless… unless you didn’t want me to. But I.. I can… I can go if you want me to. I’m sorry.” She is broken. Her voice comes out quiet, words tripped over and stuttered as she already takes a step backwards anticipating his rejection. Even without it the tears well in her eyes; her body hurts and she is exhausted just how much longer she will last she doesn’t want to know. But she made it, even if he never wanted to see her again she had at least got to see her baby one more time.