It did not really occur to me that Matianak might be twisting words or adding emphasis on things that were not quite true. Even the last admission to having a way with words does not push me into that realm of thought. I am naive enough to ignore such things, having been safely ensconced within the borders of Glorall for the vast majority of my life. My intentions to travel always seemed like wishes and dreams because I quite liked my rhythm and routine. Messing it up was... well, difficult to do. Maybe I had gotten TOO stuck on it though after having noted the way Triton grew defensive but he forgave me and I smiled brilliantly at him. My heart ached for him, his vibrant need for attention and desire for adventure. I craved the feeling of nurturing the young and it occurred to me that I was well into the years in which pups would be a simple affair.

A happy one.

I imagine little silver and white pups and for a moment I am distracted while Matianak charms Triton right beneath my nose. I catch the wink and grin at her in a silent sort of companionship, at ease that she seems so taken with Triton. Maybe after today my nephew wouldn't feel so lonely here. "You will do good at anything you want, Triton. Your dad always has been and you are just as good as him." There will always be a soft spot in my heart for my littermate. We had endured puphood together and it was only because of Thor that I became who I was now. Sometimes I missed those days.

"I agree," I quip after Triton compliments Matianak. "I've heard troubling rumors of other packs and it would be good to have someone who could help navigate such things. I don't want any of the bad finding it's way here." There is actual concern in my voice, a look of worry on my face as I work my jaw slightly at the thought of darkness and evil spreading into Glorall.