She sits and so, I move forward several tentative steps before I mirror her, lowering too to be seated across from her. This way, I suppose, we are equals this day. I am still surprised to find her wishing to see this place or me and yet, I cannot help but grow more curious - she intends to be here for some time? No wolf would bother getting comfortable lest they desire more than a fleeting look or passing comment. So, we share that in common at least. I too have grown curious about my daughers and perhaps some part of me even stirs in response to thoughts of Ehiyeh; though I doubt Kamala or Eloah know it, I would be glad to kill any wolf who has dared to threaten them in such a way. Yet, the aura Kamala wraps herself in... I find it difficult to believe she might have faced the same as Ehiyeh. That is what makes me curious. What differences fill the expanse between the blood of Renai and the blood of Achlys? What similarities are worn between my children?
I cannot help but smirk at her response, amused by the sharpness of her words. Am I to end up like my own father? No, I do not think so. There is something other than malice in her voice. Uncertainty? At least that is shared between us, no? I am almost relieved when she speaks again and my brow flickers up out of curiosity. We are being honest. Now that is a pleasant break from the norm.
"I had considered finding you or sending your siblings for you," I pause as I observe her, noting the familiarity in her features - part of my features. "But, your mother would surely not have approved had I succeeded. She is not with you anymore, I gather?" My head tilts and my eyes glance briefly behind her before they return to hers. It's an innocent question, after all. It would not hurt me to see Renai again some day. Achlys is long dead, a ghost on the shores, but what of Renai? I wonder if she ever grew stronger.
"Your birthplace has changed many times but Glorall has not. I am sure you could even find the den your sister made if you looked long enough." I say it with a small shrug, a flicker of my eyes towards the interior of the pack. After all, I hold no ill will towards my daughter. She is welcome here for this is her home by virtue yet I wonder how she truly views this place - home or a sentence?