Káti listened carefully as Irie spoke. Seeking answers not only about her but perhaps about himself as well. This life of wandering… he really liked it, and he owed so much to the Diamachi for saving him, taking him in and for the most part treating him like one of their own. Yet… his thoughts drifted back to his mother. He knew she'd post likely passed on yet the uncertainty still drove him to peel away from the DIamachi in search of her. However, that also felt like a betrayal of sorts and so here he was stuck in the middle unsure what to do.
"Oh, no I didn't mean with a mate. Just… I don't know like packs do, claiming a territory and stuff but I think I understand what you mean. I like this way of life. I want to stay with the Diamachi forever but…" His voice hitched and broke as unwelcomed sorrow suddenly bubbled in his chest. "I… I miss my mom. I-I don't know if s-she's even s-still alive but I w-want to find her."
