She wasted no time on fulfilling his wishes, and that pleased Elias. He stepped back just slightly and gave her a little more room to do her work. While she worked to fill in the den, Elias kept watching the trees around them. This was a pretty well secluded little area of the Maw, he understood why Tana had chosen to put her den out here. Too bad that wasn't her life at the moment, her life was to be spent being a part of Ruina and building herself.
It was very clear to him she had no idea about any of this though. He watched her and let out a slight sigh. He almost resented Vale for bringing her in. When Elias asked for a Lamb, this poor broken soul wasn't what he meant but it wasn't in Elias to give up on her just because of a little wear and tear. Okay, maybe a lot of wear and tear.
"Thank you, little Lamb." He said finally as she finished. He could see her paws were bleeding, and he was aware of the herbs she'd just buried in their tomb to be forgotten. He sighed again, this whole thing was a mess.
He picked himself up, not wanting to waste any more time on this little endeavor as he started to lead her back to the cluster of dens within the top peaks of the Maw. He would keep his pace slow, his eyes and ears alert, and his attention mostly on her to make sure she was still following.
"Tana, I'm going to let you in on a Ruina secret, okay?" His thick neck twisted suddenly, brilliant red eyes flashing to look at her empty sockets. He was observing her, wondering if she was even capable of growing as an individual at this point. He straightened himself out again and kept his eyes forward on their path over rocks and cliffs to get back home.
"Lambs are lost souls who often are unaware that they are lost. When we come across Lambs, for some reason or another, something about them shows us promise that this soul is one that can strengthen Ruina as a whole. Most souls are drawn to us, they enter as Purgatorians and continue their work willingly and with a great sense of honor." He smiled a bit, thinking of both his son and Drakan as he said this. Already, they had sought out battle and his children seemed to be showing a great amount of interest in their training.
"I don't know what happened between Vale and you when he found you, but the fact that you came back as a Lamb and not a Purgatorian tells me that you did not want to come with him." He looked back to her for a moment, focusing now on softening his tone so she was hopefully more aware that he wasn't yelling at her.
"I don't blame you, honestly. In my family, almost all of us had scars before we were even six months old. My father himself only had one eye and many scars, so many that most didn't even want to look at him for long. Still, your scars seem to be the most severe out of all the wolves I have come across and yet you appear to be.. what. Two years old, three years old? You are about half my age and you're in worse shape than I am, little Lamb. I know you have been through some nightmares, probably not wanting to live through anymore. So, of course. I could see why you wouldn't have wanted to follow your stranger Shepherd. Maybe you know this or maybe you have yet to figure it out, but I hate to tell you.. the nightmare never stops. You are living in this cruel world and the best you can do is learn to adapt, to become stronger. Do you understand?" He quieted down as he focused on going over a particularly narrow part of the cliffs along the mountain path. He knew the wolf in his company was blind, was the difficulty of the terrain they lived in the reason she didn't want to be up here with the rest of them? It was starting to make more sense to him, but it was no excuse. He turned around and watched her take her steps, waiting to continue talking only after she made her way over to him safely. If she fell, he was ready to grab her.
