She stands there silently underneath the blazing sun. Sapphire eyes remained locked upon the young male. She is patient. Extremely patient. A trait that perhaps those that thought ill of the wolves of Asteraia, would assume none would portray, not even the Alpha herself. Those that did not live here within the fields would never truly know how the wolves here were like. Many of the wolves within the plains were unique and special in their very own way. Some wolves desired the taste of flesh and others did not. One would say that the wolves here within the low grassy lands were cruel, dark, and so very dangerous. That part was true – a few were like that – but the others were quite the opposite, but that didn’t make them weak. These wolves were her chosen family, a family she had built, and she would keep them safe for as long as she could. The boy, was not of her blood, but that didn’t mean she would not take care of him. He belonged to her imprint and his mate, and in such a twisted way, she accepted him as one of her own. Their family was an odd one, but it was a family nonetheless. So whatever he had to say, however long he wished for her company, he would be granted such a thing.

“Some wolves can speak and some wolves cannot, your Mother cannot, but it is good you can.”

That he was slowly discovering how different they all were, language being one, was a good thing he noticed. Perhaps this knowledge would help him and not hinder him. It was difficult to detect what he wanted to know and what he already knew, but she hoped that her answer was enough to help him know she was trying to understand. It was the mention of his Sister that caused her ebony crown to tilt slightly. When they came to live in Asteraia the night she defeated Jaidah, there was not female pup that lived within their den, and so she wasn’t quite sure who this sister would be. The moment he mentioned her daughter’s name, her entire frame stood still, dark ears pointed forward with much interest. That they had met before was quite interesting and she was willing to help him see her again, knowing very well where her first born would be, and gently she made him a kind offer.

“Raven is mine, she is my daughter. She lives with the Iromar pack, we can go see if you’d like?”

That her daughter was the one to name the boys was a kind gesture on her part. Although truly why such names were given she did not know. Then again Tick Tock named her daughter after the bird of Death that had been there the night her daughter was born. Taking a tentative step towards the boy she extended her muzzle and gently smoothed some of her white and dark fur along his shoulder down his back, a kind and soothing gesture, to a boy that struggled to help her understand him.

“Everyone has a name, everyone that can speak has a name...your Mother does not have a name, would you like to give her one?”