Asriel watched the males interact. He was pretty sure he knew who he was soon as he saw how his uncle and grandfather treated him. Friendly as they were, the way the other male looked in comparison to the both of them as well as how they hugged and spoke was enough for Asriel to know instantly. He wasn’t an idiot, despite what his sister and brother always seemed to think, though he knew he was sorta desperate sometimes. Like now, what he wanted would never come to be and there was nothing he nor any of his family would do about it as kind and gentle as they were. His father though, he was different from the rest of them, he knew he was yet he knew it was wrong to think this way, be this way. He was messed up and his mother would not be happy to know that he wished death upon someone else. When his grandfather smiled and allowed the dark brown, black and tan male some space as his hazel gaze then turned upon Asriel himself.

The recognition that flashed in the male’s eyes didn’t unsettled Asriel in the slightest. He was small, smaller than he was sure Shem would ever be, but the yearling boy was taught that size didn’t mean everything, that he still could be strong. The question though was one he never really had to answer before. Everyone just seemed to know, granted everyone he knew was family that was always present and about. This Dexter though he was different from Amoxtli and his grandfather, maybe even his mother in some ways, but Asriel, like Dexter, couldn’t really put his paw on what reasoning he had for that.

The boy didn’t withhold the answer Dexter wanted, ”Eden and Zeltzin.” Asriel responded quietly. His eyes then diverted away feeling maybe he shouldn’t have told. His dad was always a bit… uncertain, about spreading the knowledge around that he was his son. Zeltzin assured him it wasn’t because he wasn’t proud, but more was worried, though she couldn’t fathom why either. Zeltzin was the one who insisted everyone knew, she didn’t want to hide their father, didn’t want them to be away from their family in Taviora. Eden had been a good father, been there for them he visited them often even if he didn’t do much but lay and watch them play he was there. However, it seemed his grandfather and uncle were not going to let that conversation go on. He saw the look on his grandfather’s face, it wasn’t quite disapproving but there was always something there, something that gave Asriel the impression maybe he wasn’t the happiest with his father. Perhaps it was that that his cream coated grandfather stepped forward then stopping a string of questioning from maybe happening, or maybe it was just he didn’t want Dexter to ask the wrong question right now of “do you have brothers and sisters?” Coza wouldn’t be wrong. Such a question surely would set him off, but the boy watched as the elder wolf once again took the lead, stepping forward.

It was clear Coza wasn’t wanting to be rude but he knew there was still much to tell Dexter, much he didn’t understand since coming back. It was simply sad though that Coza couldn’t make this an entirely happy reunion of the family. ”Amoxtli, keep eyes on Asriel for a bit, and if Shem is not back soon. Be looking for him, please?” The older brute said. ”Be back soon, Asriel.” He gave his warmest of smiles to the boy before looking to Dexter and very pointedly herding him away for the time being. ”I is sorry for doing that. He is not well right now. Like Zelly, not well. I isn’t wanting to upset him too much. Keep mind off it best I can.” The elder male started frowning his ears dipping back. ”A wolf killed Asriel’s sister, Zelly has not been well, she went to Glorall to tell Eden. I is worried something rash will happen. Eden always was different, never understood.” The wolf admitted hoping his son didn’t think too poorly of rushing him away from his new nephew.