Perhaps in time he had ended up much more Eden’s child than Zeltzin’s. It really was Moteuh’s death that changed him, formed him into something completely different than what he used to be. Maybe he would still be the crybaby momma’s boy should her life not have been snacthed away. Was there an Asriel out there in a different timeline that was happy with his full family? Or was something else taken away? Was this path inevitable for him? There were lots of reasons for his leaving though. Ones he didn’t even share with his father just now. Space… yes that was one reason, but he had strange thoughts now and then. He saw how his grandfather aged and suffered and no one did anything about it, or couldn’t. And it… made him uncomfortable in a way he couldn’t explain. He wanted to get away from that too. His grandfather fawned over them all after all, and space… yes that was probably the best reason. Answers was another… he didn’t think he would find what he needed to in Taviora… the peaceful way of that side of his family surely didn’t bode to give him the answer he desperately was starting to want to seek out. His curiosity boiling up in a way he didn't’ expect. He felt… like a monster in a way.

His father spoke then, saying that his mother would have to be told. ”Yes… I should have told her myself, but I couldn’t. I knew she would be… upset, and I didn’t want to deal with it right now.” Asriel admitted. After all he was leaving her, and she was a lonely wolfess despite being surrounded by her siblings, nieces and nephews. Asriel saw it, he was with her all the time after all. Eden’s next question was harder to answer. Space would make her more upset, ”I wanted to be with you. That’s what you should tell her, it’s not a lie, I have been around her all my life so far, and I know you been coming to see us, but I still feel like I don’t know you. Is that wrong?” Asriel asked him. For it was the truth… partially. He wanted to be around Eden thinking that he could give him the answers to life he couldn’t find there. After all, he had heard what his father wanted to do to Moteuh’s killer while his mother sat and cried back in Taviora… she had told grandfather of course, who said violence was never the answer as their way dictated. Always…

His father said he was welcome here though, but continued and said his life would not be as nice as it was in Taviora. ”That doesn’t bother me.” But he wondered why say such a thing? ”I have older siblings here, right? I don’t know much about them, I would like to meet them.” He didn’t know about the siblings that were also his age, not yet at least. He knew for both his parents though they had older children. Zelda obviously, Eloah had been around Taviora, but there were more here he thought. He might get more insight to what his father meant, and his father himself though them. Zelda was the shining example of his mother after all, surely one of them had to be their father twice over. ”is there anything you think I can do to help your pack? Everything was like river in Taviora. Constantly flowing and going. Are there any dams that need broken so that your pack runs as smoothly?” He wanted to be helpful, earn his place, he guessed in a way luxury wasn’t what he wanted to begin with. So it was time to get moving and find out what exactly he could and was meant to do with this life.