He asked about her aunt and she thought about her reply. "Daenerys was once the alpha of Spirane for many years. I doubt she's left the mountains. She's the only other family I know, personally, and it would be nice to see her again." she said, with a nervous smile. She honestly didn't know what she would think about Fate's plan for her niece. The pale wolf spoke and Wren found herself unsurprised by Zharko's past. Most wolves who were loved by their families did not willingly end up in the clutches of Blackthorne.

Hearing him speak of his parents, especially is father, made her lean into him as they moved along the rocky terrain. It was her intention to comfort him with her touch, to show him that there could be love in his life. For a moment, she was tempted to ask him more about his sister but when he mentioned her in the past tense she hesitated.

A feeling entered her gut, and she realized with a bit of a start, that it was not her own. Regret. Sorrow. Pain. It confused her why she would suddenly feel this way. Perhaps… perhaps they were not her feelings. Perhaps it was the bond they shared that allowed her to sense her imprint's emotions. For now, she would leave it to herself. Things were still new between them and she didn't want to startle him with this newfound knowledge.

A companionable silence fell between the two of them for a time as their paws trotted away from the crags. Their destination loomed ahead like a giant forever reaching towards the sky. A pair of blood red eyes turned to her and a simple question was asked. Her reply was just as simple, and yet, it carried with it a promise. "With you, Zharko." She let that sink in before continuing. "I don’t know where I would want to settle, and frankly, it doesn't matter so long as I'm with you. We could go anywhere, do anything and I would be happy as long as I remain by your side."