I wonder what part of his name had been given to him with a purpose. He is certainly a thorn if there ever were one; the way he speaks, and the words he speaks, are both entertaining and caustic at the same time. "And perhaps the same to you, Blackthorne, Darkbringer of the moors." I smile much the same as he; I wonder if he has some secret he might wish to be concealed or dealt with. Certainly not my sister. If there is any wolf I share my blood with that I would believe incapable of being swayed so easily by fate, it would certainly be Eve. If she is close to him, it is likely by choice rather than fate. Ah, perhps that is a good thing. It would have been quite disappointing had he come seeking her end.

I cannot help but give out a short half-sound of a laugh as he seems to purr in satisfaction when I speak of his father but he does not let me enjoy the entertainment for long. He speaks and my head instinctively tilts, a brow reaching up in bewilderment. Obsidian. Siren's child, no? The three of them are often stuck to her as if they were unable to really be born. Like little tumours. It'd be in her nature to name any tumour she found.

"I hear you have quite the interest in children," I cannot help myself, stretching in the same idle manner as he; he is fun to agitate, after all, for I find him quite...poetic in his words. "I hope you are not incapable, Darkbringer. My sister would not do well with a wolf like that. Does she enjoy the children you bring her in the meantime?" All teeth and amusement as I meet his eyes but I am quick to shrug, though I am ever aware of his movements in case he is unable to take such a jest.

"If he does not make his way there sooner than I shall deliver him myself before spring arrives." One less mouth to feed and perhaps one more shackle on Siren. "In the meantime, Darkbringer, I must say it has been sometime since somebody has caused quite the commotion." My eyes flicker towards the borders to the north, towards Diveen. Credit ought to be given where credit is due, after all.