What?

Marina knew that it was a lot to take in at once. Both her condition and her proposition. Her son was getting his first taste that the world as he knew it was not okay. That things were unstable. That even those you loved could be suffering and there was little you could do to help them except just physically be present. It must have been a scary thought, Marina told herself. She could not have imagined seeing her own mother in such a state. Though in other respects what she had witnessed instead of her parents had been far worse than some mental illness.

She was, in a sense, placing the world upon her son’s shoulders. She knew that she would only rule Borealis for a couple years or so before she’d want to step down, to pass the pack into his capable paws. It would give her time to mold the pack, to shape it into something she hoped her own parents would look upon with pride. It had been harder, with Spencer’s disappearance, and Marina was realizing that she needed someone else by her side. That support was a hundred percent necessary.

Relief. There was a breath of relief as she heard the confirmation from her son. He might not have been of her direct blood, but he was her child. He was the one she was closest too out of all of her children. It was a tad ironic, but it showed that one didn’t need blood to be loved or show love. He had needed her... And Marina had needed him. Even with her daughters she hadn’t realized how much she had needed him up until now. She would breathe in, taking in his scent. It was comforting... Even more so than the lavender at this point.

“Thank you.” Marina would whisper. She felt a weight lift off her own shoulders, now shared between herself and Ren. Marina would find her smile again, and she’d give a small nod. “From this day forth you will be known as our Polaris, the very future and core of Borealis.” The femme would give a lick to her son’s cheek. “We can start training tomorrow, Ren... Today I think... I think I just want to enjoy your company.” Mari would gaze into his light blue hues. “Will you stay with me?”

"Speech"
'thoughts'