Cenmatl didn’t think his cousin needed to tell Pine this. She surely understood and he looked at Zelda perhaps a little harder than he meant to as she seemed to explain the obvious. While Cenna didn’t want Ararce to die and knew all too well how Zelda’s mind worked in such situations he also was aware that Pine wouldn’t resort to such a thing out right either. Though Cenna could imagine being put to death would be an option Pine said there was never only one to go through with. The black and gold and silver flecked male hoped that Zelda would feel at peace with that. He surely wouldn’t discount Zelda’s worries though. Death was an option for her, he wasn’t sure what they would do with her but a lot of that depended on how she acted about what she did and the circumstances revolving around it. Surely Zelda was only acting this way to protect the imprint.

Cenmatl knew though that it was only by finding him that his grandfather found a little reason to live again. He wasn’t too healthy that Cenna could remember. Skin and bones a look of sadness. A shell of himself and still he was not fully what he was when he apparently had his imprint. The thought always scared him slightly, but Cenmatl took all the good that having Pine brought him over the bad that he might feel if something were to happen. He remained quiet as the females spoke knowing the beliefs both he and Zelda were brought up on weren't exactly non-secular seeing as it was simply a system of beliefs their grandfather wanted rather than something religious but at the same time he felt was best for the spirit of the wolf doing such things, to make life more tolerable, livable. He knew when his grandfather was young he had been forced to kill wolves and he adopted these beliefs in penance for those he was forced to kill. He found peace though in taking up this way of living, despite its difficulties.

Finally though it seemed as if Zelda was going to call this imprint. Cenna was curious to see what he was like, how he would react even. Did he already know? He thought he had felt it the moment Pine had gotten her revenge, it wasn’t pleasure, but justice she felt when it had happened. There was a feeling, and Cenna wondered if Starfall had gotten something much the same. ”Grandfather taught us that, yes, I would like to see it end too, and we can only hope that Starfall will be able to give us more help and options in obtaining it. Do not worry Zelda, we will do what we can. No reason to be so glum, we understand.” He says trying to ease the heavy negative mindset she was taking though he could tell Pine did not wholly agree with what Zelda wished.

He could feel the anger trickling out of Pine even now, and it took a lot for him to keep his hackles from raising. He took a deep breath calming himself, he wasn’t sure what he could say. They had different mindsets, Cenna was raised in the same way Zelda had been but this indeed was proof that their grandfather’s way wasn’t always the best. Soon though a large dark coated male arrived. He spoke, his voice soft, slightly confused perhaps asking Zelda what was going on before Pine jumped in and roughly stated what was going on. Bluntly perhaps but it was what was going on. There wasn’t much for him to do himself other than look a little apologetically towards both his cousin and her pack mate his own galaxy like eyes setting on Starfall’s own for a moment. If Cenna didn’t know better they looked like cousins with their light flecking on their dark pelts and bright eyes, but he was pretty certain he was not related to this wolf, if he had been surely someone would have introduced them sooner. It didn’t matter though, not now at least. Now it was about him and what he could do to help them, if anything. He might not even be willing and Cenna wouldn’t blame him if he wasn’t.