It really is an odd thing to see his eyes swim with what seems to be feeling, or at least feelings that move beyond his typical cunning and scheming. It truly is and so, I cannot help but feel drawn in by the complexities that seem to suddenly surround him. It is like a feast, a true delicacy, to see a wolf so usually composed and poised to unravel before me - it is a vulnreability I seldom get to revel in. It is made only better than it is his. Underidge is, after all, one of my favorites, a certain unique trinket to me. Perhaps a part of me feels pained at his frustration and confusion and yet, I cannot help but want to use this. It is out of kindness that I do so.

Paravana. The name settles in the air between us and for a moment, I find myself oddly familiar with it: a princess, a relation? She is somebody more than just the toy of Underidge, a fact that does not go unnoticed with a flick of my ear. Just who did he have and how did such a thing occur? I have always known he has his...toys, his things, but never have I delved into his world so deeply. Still, I nod slowly as he utters back with confusion, an odd tone that makes me step forward in comfort. "If you so desire," I affirm with a stout nod; I am cautious here, cautious as to not push him away with callousness. It is merely... a suggestion, a glimmer of hope perhaps.

But then he pulls away and for a moment, I allow myself to fall back as he speaks. I listen closely, my eyes narrowing in contemplation of his words - I have missed much, it seems, during my back and forth of Taviora. Slowly, I lean forward once more, allowing myself to fall into a more netural position as I seek to meet his eyes. "Who, Underidge? Who did not stop calling? Who will call for Umbra?" I query him gently and then, I speak quietly then. "There are many ways to stop them coming, to stop her going. You do not need to fear such things. I am here to protect, to guide." Gently, I push a shoulder towards him, allowing our fur to mingle in the tense air but I wait, patient and quiet. I do not wish to unravel him too quickly, too carelessly.