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The alpha seemed to really consider her words, nodding slowly to himself, and then she listened with equal interest to his response. What if her patient were helpless and in need of defending? Or what if she were the only one between an enemy and her newborn pups? The second scenario made her eyes widen a bit as if in fear. She did want pups someday. She adored children and had always been the caring, motherly type. So such a scenario immediately caused concern for her. She would not allow herself to be incapable of defending a patient, or worse, her own children. She would learn. And the gruesome story about the healer who narrowly escaped rape and murder only to be killed later by the same wolf only frightened her more, sending a small chill down her spine. "I promise I will learn, Regulus," she said sincerely and earnestly, nodding to the man. "And perhaps, if you ever have time, you could teach me yourself. I think that I would do well with a patient teacher like you." This final part she said in a softer voice. The woman simply felt that she would be more comfortable being taught by Regulus, a man whom she already knew to be kind to her. Plus, the alpha knew what he was doing and would surely teach her a lot.
After this the scarlet male answered her question about his coloring, saying that it came from a distant part of his bloodline. From the grandmother of his grandmother, to be exact. Solveiga tilted her head and smiled a bit. "How interesting, that it stayed in the family for so many generations," she commented. "Actually, I suppose I should be surprised it stayed hidden so long, considering how vibrant it is," Solveiga said with a quiet laugh and a glance at his fiery coat.
The sand colored woman relaxed back on her haunches for a moment to listen as Regulus told her of Cairo Adravendi, the founder of Valhalla and, in a way, the entire family tree. Her eyes were wide like a child as she soaked it all in, listening to him speak of all the members of his family. They had such a rich and colorful history, and her interest in it was in no way fabricated to please her alpha. She truly wanted to know these things. This was one of the ways in which Solveiga was still very much a child. She had a curiosity that was never sated. The man said he could go on for hours and still not be finished, and at this the little woman grinned. "And I could listen for all of those hours and still be captivated," she said to him. "Truly. Your family has such a rich story to tell." And part of her, a very big part of her, hoped that someday he would tell her that story in its entirety.
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