So, she wants them? And she wants me near them? It is strange to hear that, perhaps. Part of me expected that she had come hoping to hear me dismiss them, to relinquish them to whatever fate the wolves of Taviora might desire for children born beneath their tails. Yet, they are Glorall wolves too or at least, they shall be. It is an unusual union, no? Not simply she and I but merely the idea of such a thing - separate packs, separate lives, separate creatures entirely and yet, she has hope. It is too early to say whether that hope is folly or not. Instead, all I can do is nod stoutly, raising my posture before I speak. "Then that is what I shall be," though, I do not know whether our definitions align.

I do not expect her reaction at my words though; she seems hurt, taken aback and yet, I cannot understand why. Is it not normal for those with children to at least doubt their future existence? To be unsure of their love? How can one love another that does not even exist yet? My own ears flatten and yet, not for the same reason. "Our." I correct her firmly, the word heavy in the air as my eyes lock onto hers, unwavering. Yet, my ears are forced to flatten once more.

"I hardly took you for a woman with such bite," I say after some moments, my head slowly tilting as I consider her. Her emotions are bizarre to me. They are intense, volatile. They bring the smallest hint of an amused grin to my face before I wipe it away and bow my head. "I will be there for their arrival and for as long as I continue to exist," I offer her the words solemnly before I retract back, my posture more relaxed as I continue to observe her, an air of weariness about me perhaps. I do not know what she will be like beyond this and yet, perhaps I find myself growing curious. There is much more to her than simple herbs and chasing children through the snow. "You and they will be as much a wolf of Glorall as any other that dwells here." I offer her such a thing with a motion of my muzzle to the land around us, though my eyes do not leave her - such an invite, after all, is only for her and them. I am not that generous, I think, to allow Hyrule potential claws. "If there is anything you require before their arrival, do not hesitate to call, mulier saltus." Lady of the forest, it suits her no? She is more than just Zeltzin now.