Ah, she is much sterner this day. It tells of the nature of this meeting. There is little to tiptoe around; she is here with more than her typical purpose, I believe. Nonetheless, she remains as pleasant as ever. I nod wearily at the mention of her daughter although I am pleased to hear she has returned nonetheless; "Glorall will do what it can to aid Taviora if it comes to hunting for said wolves." After all, they are quite the nuisance. If they cannot be contained by a pack then they ought to be at least confined to the outskirts if not entirely removed. Is that not what Asteraia was designated for? We seemed to have a penchant for leaving the vicious sorts at their borders. In any case, it means I must watch the borders more readily and keep closer to Glorall's own youth.

It is what she says next that seems to wipe away the entirety of that issue though. Her words are heavy, perhaps even with her own feelings alone, and yet even I cannot deny their importance. For a moment, I am caught off guard, given to silence as my eyes roam to her abdomen. Ah, I am a fool, or at least a man with lenient morals. Was it unfaithfulness? To who? Nari perhaps and yet, she had never spoken of any intent other than her ambitions for strength and power. Zeltzin is the first to come to me with such questions, such expectations. It makes my skin crawl.

Perhaps I take too long to answer, my eyes meeting hers for some moments before I can manage to speak, to make sense of my own thoughts. "Whatever you and they desire," I state simply, motioning towards her with a subtle sweep of my muzzle, "a father, a teacher, even a stranger if it is what you wish of me." Yet, I feel as if the position of a stranger is not one I am suited for. Though I kept much distance to my children from Renai and Achlys, it was out of uncertainty, out of curiosity, a need to know how they would fair. For this? Perhaps I grow curious to know what ought to happen if I keep closer to them, if I am able to look at them without seeing the same eyes of a tratior. In the end, that had been what Achlys was. She abandoned us all for whimsy, for herself. I do not wish to fault her and yet, I feel her beneath my skin like thorns and burs.

Zeltzin, though? She is no such wolf. She is made of more than just wind and whispers. Should I not respect that with being more than just a shadow and a ghost to her? "I ought to be better than my own father," I shrug the words into the wind, hoping Heyel will rot all the little more hearing them. Was it not ordained that I, my siblings, become greater than he? Than any of our blood? And so, I ought to find somewhere new to begin. "And you? With what gaze will you look upon them with?" My eyes linger momentarily on Suomi too, curious to see whether she will object to these children, curious as to whether they will find themselves outsiders in a land full of those clinging to blood ties and legacy.