Deep Thinking and Meditation [Gwenevere]

He nodded slightly at Gwen’s answer, and turned to his daughter as Aurielle began to speak, head tilting curiously as she voiced her thoughts. He certainly agreed that he’d be there to help as much as he could, but he knew that – by her leave, naturally – he would be taking his upcoming freedom as a common member of the pack to search for the missing wolves of Celestial. If he was being honest, he blamed himself for their not being found… and perhaps even for them being missing in the first place.

His ears perked at the mention of change. Hm. Perhaps that was what this pack needed. New blood, a change of ranks and perhaps even laws. As she asked for both their help, he grinned.

“You know you have my help, always.” Until he couldn’t be by her side among the living, anyway… And even then, he’d fight through all the realms of the afterlife to be by her side in spirit somehow. He just wished he could have inherited the longevity his maternal ancestors had been known for. Perhaps it was this land, but wolves didn’t seem to live as long as where his grandmother hailed from.