Zelda would dance, keep distance and speak half truths if she needed too, but here in this situation as she did with most, she didn’t feel the need. Blackthorne, yes, she even would say she make sure her phrasing was in a way that he couldn’t tie her down too terribly much. Otherwise, yes, she didn’t want to play games with others, or mislead or let them misinterpret what she was saying or thinking. She would put it out there plainly with all her feelings attached. She didn’t know that her being open about her feelings and thoughts was such a foreign concept to the brute before her.

He replied saying he thought every wolf had a part of them that could be used against them. It was true, if it wasn’t imprints, it was family, if not them then friends. Or simply just a secret they never wanted exposed, if they had one. Zelda did her best to cover up her imprinting with Lazarus both to keep him safe, and herself. Though the wolfess never once thought that Eden couldn’t be exploited, just perhaps that he might not Blackthorne in enough to not be exploited easily. Zelda knew he cared about his family. After all, he protected his daughter for years when she had accidentally poisoned Amoxtli, even though he knew, and certainly was upset when he found out when Moteuh had been so heartlessly killed by Aranck. So Zelda knew that he might act out if his family were in harm's way, but he also did a fairly good job of protecting them too it seemed.

Zelda’s ears flicked when he mentioned his mother’s attacker. Zelda had treated her mother’s wounds once she returned home, she got some of what had happened, though neither wolfess really wanted to think about what the two males had done to the wolfess who hurt her. If anything, Zeltzin never heard about it again to know. She remained silent as Elohim spoke, but only once he was done did she finally reply.

”Your father cares deeply for his family and those he’s attached too. I never really meant he couldn’t be exploited, more that I feel that he takes good care of those around him. He wouldn’t let someone like Blackthorne in close enough to do it. Maybe I was wrong. He’s been an alpha for a long time. He’s good at keeping those around him as safe. Though, we can’t always keep everyone safe… no matter how hard we try.” Zelda said frowning, her tan ears tipping back slightly. ”Moteuh. Mother. I couldn’t keep them safe either. I suppose your father did what he felt he needed to to keep mother safe, if what you say is true. I thank him for that if that is how he really felt.” Of course Zelda mourned the loss of a life, she didn’t know why what had happened happened, or the connection the males had with the woman naturally, now she would likely never know. It didn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things she didn’t think.

Zelda had been honest though when she said those who did not want power did best with it. She saw the flicker of a smirk on Elohim’s maw before he nodded, she wondered if he had ever thought something like that himself. ”I never intended to take my Uncle’s position, no. I was three when I took the mantle of Guardian of Taviora, but I had someone close to me who helped lead with me. He knew he was meant to lead and do great things, but then he left. I was a healer, I still am, but that only makes me know where to target to get the tendons to part, the muscles that move your legs and the arteries to hit drain you all the quicker. All without killing someone.” She smiled warmly, she was rather proud of her healing abilities and the perhaps secondary nature of things she gained with it in time. She didn’t rise, but she made her point very clear. Any who wanted to disturb the forest would be met with all the wrath of its Guardian Deity. Every time she thought about having to hurt someone she hated it, but if it was for Taviora, to protect it, she would die trying to make sure those here continued to live in peace. It was the sacrifice her Grandfather had made, and her uncle, and someday she was sure someone would come along for her.

Though Elohim through her for a bit of a loop when he said he would find the child of Blackthorne. Zelda went through an array of thought. Confusion. Disbelief. Skepticism. He grinned, the markings along his cheeks lifting as he did, then as he continued she really wasn’t sure what to say. ”I’m sure your aunt wouldn’t, but I think Blackthorne would. He’s doesn’t like something out of his control for long, if ever, especially I would assume something potentially precious to him like a child. I would be impressed if you did do this feat at all.” Could she make something of this though? ”That would endanger you though potentially, though…” She looked the brute up and down, slightly knowing he was capable, but no… she didn’t want him to get hurt over her desire to fix something before it got too broken.

”No, you would putting yourself and harm’s way, and while willing, I don’t want to get you involved in my own personal grievances with Blackthorne. Bad as he is, I know it’s the world that made him this way. I’m certain under a guiding paw his child could be molded in another. It’s what he preaches too after all, what he was wanting to do to Aspis…” It did seem only right though in a way. Though she wasn’t sure what happened to Aspis, Blackthorne made it clear he wanted to break him, mold him away from what his parents were. ”Blood doesn’t make you who you are though, Elohim. Sure it can influence you to a degree, but it’s not all that makes you what you are.” She had no examples that would mean anything to him, but Zeru came to mind… A child of Aranck yet all he wanted to do was love and take care of other children. Arace, was also set in her ways yet she lived a much more peaceful life with her children now that she was given the chance too. Perhaps if he prodded she would try yet, maybe he knew some wolves like that too?