I grin. It cannot be helped. Perhaps her response would be well suited for another wolf and yet, for I, I see the humor in it all. They do not cry for help. "Who says they do not?" I question her idly, allowing my features to fall flat soon after. "When you tear into them, they fight and they snarl. They spit and hiss. Perhaps we simply do not understand their language." I offer her this thought not simply to aid in the absolution of an inconsequential sin and yet, simply to ponder. After all, we are the same. We are simply higher upon the hierarchy, no? Sometimes, we even fall below. This world is not so black and white, I think.

In any case, I am pleased to feel the tension around her begin to fade. It is still there, still rampant, and yet it is...gentler now. Her face even twitches up into the faintest of grins. It is akin to Achlys'. The way she says father makes my skin prickle, my eyes narrowing slightly - I am not so used to such a word, such a rank. I do not understand how to respond and so, I can simply shift on the spot, seemingly squirming beneath the words. She is, perhaps, the only one to have called me such a thing. To my sons, I am simply a figure to guide and provide for them. For Eloah, I am simply an eventual obstacle. What makes me different to Ehiyeh?

I am glad she answers my question swiftly though. I am able to breathe now and I mull over her words for a moment. To think of it as an assassination attempt... I must wonder who would want Taviora's king dead. I suppose it would be easy to blame the wolf who rises in his steed. It would be effecient and yet, it would come down to a decision of what leader to believe: the accuser or the accused. It is a risky move, I think and yet, one I must consider.

Perhaps it can be done in such a way that it is no individual that utters the accusation but rather, a collective rumor, an organic thing. There is always a way in this world for such chaos.

"If they find you, they will think nothing of it," I finally state, my shoulders shrugging slightly. "You are my daughter, after all. It is only sensical that I took you hunting that night in the fields by Asteraia. There are hares and deer there and I thought it best for you to learn in such a way that you would be challenged." I speak in a matter of fact tone, as if retelling a simple story from our outing together. It is a natural thing to lie in such a way. "When the news spread, I will go to he and his family. I will say you are afraid, afraid that something shall befall me too. I will ask them what we in Glorall must know to stop such a thing from happening. And then, your scent will be safe. You may smell like all the roots and leaves in the world and none shall question you for you are simply a concerned healer, a worried child of a leader." I will pass on my condoloscenes too, I suppose. Afterall, Amoxtli is a good leader and his sister, Zeltzin, a kindred wolf too. It is truly a shame that an accident befell them in such a way and yet, I cannot allow their personal interests to outweigh my own. It is the least I can do as a father.