Thankful, he was, when the paws that rushed towards the gathering had not belonged to Eve nor Keturah; in fact, they belonged to smiling faces, wagging tails, bodies that radiated with happiness. He he had to hold back from sighing out of relief, unwilling to allow his own negative thoughts to drive out the positivity in the air. It was strange to find something that felt so right - he had never even known that this was the kind of gathering he had been needing. There had been tension, he thought, within Glorall towards him, though he supposed that had become commonplace among his siblings at least. Eden had created a distance though, seemingly unwilling to focus his attention on the boy and so, he had found himself even missing the harsh lessons and training he had received. He had begun to wonder what he had done wrong and if that wrongness had extended to Samia or even Inanna.

Whatever thoughts he had were quickly dissipated though; the pups had turned their attention towards him. He did his best to recuperate their efforts, sinking down into a half-bow with his tail overhead and waving in broad strokes. He chuckled quietly, poking his tongue out at the pair with a grin. "And the two of you seem like faeries! Maybe he'll tell us all about your magic and adventures instead," he teased back, though part of him had been overwhelmingly flatterd by the concept of even looking like a hero. He pushed it aside for the time being though, finally having sunk onto his belly as he stretched out in the grass, ready to listen. He had begun to felt safe and, for some reason, he wanted somebody to know that.

Of course, he still watched as others came. One in particular stuck out and for a moment, he kept his eyes on the young boy. He felt a tension from the child, a tension that made him frown slightly in thought. For a moment, he thought he had even recognized some emotion within the child that... would not have been good. He shook his head though, dimissing the idea. He had to believe in the good. Abel wouldn't allow himself to start seeing daggers in the dark.

Samhain began than, and Abel placed his head atop his paws as he watched up at the man and listened intently. For a moment, he squirmed a little - the introduction, he thought, sounded too alike to the ramblings of the wolf Underidge and his kind. Yet, he doubted those kinds of wolves knew love at least and so, he breathed out in relief when the story seemed to take a brighter turn. He could not help but whine as the story's tension rose, nervous at what would occur lest the man not be absolved of his madness and yet, he grinned broad when Fate had decided on returning him to the woman. Still, it filled him with questions.

"Did they stay true to each other? Did they beat Fate and Life? Madness and battle? For good?" He instantly felt foolish for asking and grinned sheepishly but a moment later. He wanted to take his words back. Yet, he had to know all the same.