She speaks of Raven, the half-sister he does not know aside from name. He will know her one day, seek her out perhaps, if only to find this shared blood that lingers in the caverns of Iromar and yet he finds her words unusual all the same. She sought to save his sister? Save her from what? A lack of opportunity? Could one be saved from that? He wonders to deeply for a child perhaps, yet such is the mind of the boy, far more together then perhaps either of his parents could hope to be. He wonders if Raven would thank their Mother for it. He will ask her one day, then perhaps make up his own mind on what he believes of the situation. For now he finds he holds no true judgement, merely unfinished information and no good could come from that. Better to discover the rest of the tale first and how it might be Raven herself felt about such a pact. For now though he is content with her answer, moving instead to ask of other things that make his mind wonder. Dark, silvery shadow ears prick forward once more as his mother speaks, her head lowering to his own now until he can see the shade of her eyes so different to his own.

“Deserve…..that is not the right word- but I understand what your saying. If you are happy with it then what others think does not really matter anyway.”

He is sincere in his answer, truly, curious of it all the same, wondering still and yet it seems he has made his peace with it all the same. At least to a certain extent. Some things will have to wait till he is older perhaps, when he himself understands the world a little more and has felt love itself for someone other then his parents or his sibling. He loves his Mother, he is sure of that, as he loves his Sister. Tobias is another matter. He does not love his sire, no, but he….respects him and for now that will have to be enough. He is comfortable beside the Black Prince and Gunsynd is content in that relationship as it stands. The questions his Mother then proceeds to ask about his Girlfriend see the boy scowl once more, head jerking away as if he is embarrassed his Mother should even ask such things of him.

“I know what a girlfriend is.”

His reply is almost indigent, as if he is offended she should even ask even despite the fact he truly does not know what a girlfriend is. He has some idea, he thinks, the boy simply assured having one makes him very grown up all the same. This question of love however- sees him consider it more deeply. Gunsynd is, if anything, born to consider it would seem. A boy of clever mind though he lacks the experience of life itself.

“I don’t love her yet. I don’t think that just happens and I know a lot about her. Her Father is Achilles, her Mother is Vega, she lives in Diveen which is made up of Paracon and Trenus, both those packs used to be ruled by her Great Grandfathers, Heyel in Trenus and Devil May Cry in Paracon. She let me see her whole pack.”

That, he is sure, is a lot to know about someone as those emerald eyes look upward towards his Mother now in some effort to understand how she in turn might perceive such information as he moves to follow after her, allowing himself to be lead despite his generally more lazy attitude and often determined desire not to even get up in the morning. Life would come, he is sure, there was no need to go hunting for it. He makes no comment as she assure him that others had no right to judge on rumours or lies and yet once more he remains determined to know the truth of it for himself before he asks any more. He has his Mother’s view on it and for now that is enough. He will not forget. She stops then and he pauses behind her, eyes widening in surprise as she moves to suddenly wrap her ebony form around his own silvered one. This is an unusual gesture for her, this he knows. She is protective, watchful, affectionate in her own manner and yet such open affection is rare and for a moment the boy is unsure how to take it.

He himself is not affectionate by nature, he hardly lacks feeling, he simply is as both his parents in that he is not open with it. He lets her all the same, allowing her form to wrap around his own as she speaks with a tender care he has never truly heard from her. This he will remember- if nothing else. This he will remember for as long as he should live, the day his Mother wrapped herself around him and told him these things, whispered them to his ears alone though what he thinks of her plans he does not say. Those are his thoughts alone as they turn within his mind.

“I know. I do love you too.”