They Call Her A Killer, A Sinner, And A Whore

Zola had said that she didn't know her parents had friends. A lie Nako kept buried for the moment as even the term friend was far from true. In fact Nako was as much a stranger to Lel and Lian that he didn't think he would recognize either of them should they come before him. Nor would they see that he was the pup stolen away by their father to be unknowingly reared in a more stable family with step siblings. Times were different back then. Nako had romped and played with his brothers and sisters and didn't think much of what happened to his true family all those years ago. There had of course been Lel making an appearance shortly before Bane died but that was the last any Lione had been see by his mismatched eyes.

Nako continued to listen as his niece spoke of a brother, of bastards, making the male flinch. It was a struggle to make the connection and even he hadn't gotten the full story from his brother Jakart that Callisto had an incident with a pale man up North many winters ago. That story was mired in coincidence and uncertainty about a male that was from Nako's side of the family doing the unthinkable. An uncomfortable air settled between the two embraced wolves as the silence dragged on and the grey wolf let out a sigh. There was no reason for him to let Zola know where the two of them stood now at this revelation. Yes they had both fucked like uncivilized brigands and yes it had been immensely enjoyable as the seductress was played with and making good on a promise but there was obvious taint to the new relationship. "Zola," Nako began as he tried to find the right words, foreleg drawing her hips further back in a comforting manner. "I knew your parents as brother and sister..." The woman, his niece, deserved to know what she was to him. That there was family still walking the lands of Ardent that she could come visit any time.