Zeltzin wasn’t sure whose idea it was for him to come here, but she wasn’t upset so long as he was okay with it too. While she wasn’t sure what to say, what to do, it did feel good to say somethings to someone else, not family about it. Still she felt bad for burdening him with this knowledge her problems when really there was no reason for him to be involved otherwise. There was a lot of mixed feelings all about, but regardless she had to give him kudos for seemingly paying attention to all her words, her soft worries and feelings regarding everything she learned about her family and her fears about what could happen. Settling herself down as it appears he was going to stay around to talk for a while she climbs from her cave den sitting a few feet in front of him before laying on the scattered leaves around them. Once upon a time she had children running through these leaves, playing and bickering. Her claws dug in soft loamy forest floor before turning her fiery gaze back towards his own opalescent ones.

”It’s hard to explain, but it almost feels like I watched the worst of everyone I care about appear. My father became distant and quiet again. My daughter wishing for justice to be served but frustrated when so little could be done, turning to other ways to get back at him by having his children stolen… My m- Eden, Moteuh’s father, immediately called for his blood to be spilled. His reaction I think unsettled me the most. It just seemed to bring so much ill will to our souls. Even my sons have changed so much because of this and I cannot help them understand what has happened to us, help them understand why fate, or Aranck, decided to be so cruel to their sister, our family.” It was a lot to say but she wasn’t sure if it made much since. She could reason with Moth’s death, with other deaths that had happened, this one… it was so senseless, so avoidable… how could she talk through it? Understand it. Was there understanding senseless violence?

She wonders how much he knows about it all, how she died the circumstances. She still felt it all was so unreal. She wanted closure but that felt so far off, it felt impossible even. She didn’t notice as she explained the death a bit more that Starfall’s ears perked, his body language changed as Zeltzin finished up explaining everything that had happened. There was just so much that could have happened, and with the blood, the ferocity of the wolf she wasn’t sure how Moteuh could have survived without a healer or help of some kind.

When he spoke she wasn’t sure what to think of his words. She never really considered that, for some reason she just always assumed he had hidden the body or burried it away after his talk with Zelda. He said he did what he had to with it… didn’t that mean that he had done something. Then again Zelda thought was a liar… Zeltzin didn’t want to get her hopes up listening as he explained how that mother’s seemed to have an innate since on if their children were okay. In some respects she guessed that was true for Midna at least. While she hadn’t seen her eldest blood child in years she knew she was alive and out there somewhere. Maybe the reason she couldn’t come to terms with Moteuh’s death was because it wasn’t there then. She was unsure… scared even that if she got the hope she was out there alive somehow that she had been alone, or if she was dead that she would get her hopes up only to be crushed.

”Do you… really think so? I’m scared that if she’s not I will get my hopes up for nothing, but also not acting with that in mind and if she turned out alive would make me feel even worse than I do now. I want to believe she’s okay, but when everyone and thing around me tells me otherwise…” She trails off ears pinning back but her gaze not leaving his. He was the stargazer, perhaps he did know. Still her worries still felt valid. Her faith and her reason battled against each other and it was a battle with no clear winner.