Mind Your Manners

What Katja said in regards to his children brought a smile to his face. He hoped she was right, and honestly if any creature had the tenacity to take life by the horns it was his girls. Perhaps he would keep an eye on Yfir's young if they attended the forums later in the year. It would probably do his girls good to have influences like this while still young. But that was perhaps a matter for another time. Katja changed her tone as he did, and offered her sympathies. It was reassuring to see that she had made a life for herself here, and he hoped for the umpteenth time that he could too. She asked next after two wolves who apparently had a bounty placed on them by Yfir. He took careful note of her descriptions of them and searched his memory. Nothing jumped out at him, but he had seen so many faces since coming to these lands... "My apologies, but I can't be sure. I don't believe I have, but I will look out for them from now on." He couldn't say if he'd have the heart to turn over two strangers until he knew if they were truly fugitives or refugees, but he wouldn't know until the time came.

A stiff wind kicked up, and he breathed in the sharp scent of the conifers around them. This truly was a wonderful, rugged land, and he was certain it would produce rugged wolves. He gave a small chuckle. "Well, if you ever wish to wear out your children, my brood could certainly use the entertainment. Perhaps it would do well for them to know of one another. I plan to pass Argead to one of them when the time comes, and I assume you have a legacy to pass on as well?" He asked with a raised brow and a grin. He was not the sort to arrange marriages, or any of that nonsense, but he could not deny that a working relationship with the packs of the land would be preferential to any lack thereof. He wondered what Katja would make of it all. Perhaps leaving your children in the hands of another pack would abhor some, but the idea of doing harm to pups was in it's very nature so abhorrent to Mithras that it did not even cross his mind.