Athena would nod when he asked if she was an Armada. His speaking of Syrinx and Isardis pulled many memories up to the forefront of her mind. Many scuffles indeed. She had been at that death match and she remembered the time Syrinx had come to challenge her for Glaciem only to refuse to fight her because he wanted to fight her father like it was yesterday. That had been a hard pill for her to swallow as a young wolf- the thought that because she wasn't her father she wasn't given the respect he had been given. To this day she didn't think she ever really earned than respect, no matter how hard she and Vereux had tried. She tried to focus her attention on Riv once again as he spoke of his mother's birth family. Walkers. She couldn't remember ever hearing that name... Oh, no, she had. Perhaps a couple of times. She had been pretty isolated when she lived up north. Most of the wolves she came in contact with when she lived there were family just by virtue of Isardis having so many children. She listened to his explanation of how his dreams weren't brave. It was a very mature way to look at it for someone so young. "I wish I had been as thoughtful as you when I was your age," she commented with a sad smile. She knew that maturity came at a price. She didn't know all the details on Riv's childhood, but just the fact that he had lost his mother in such an extreme way so young had to effect him greatly. "Looking back on it now, I know I had gone into my reign very blind to what it really entailed. All I wanted was to make my father proud and be as strong as he had been. I was very young and very naive." She shrugged her shoulders a bit as they walked, her two-toned eyes glancing at the area around them. "You live and you learn I guess."
