Do I have to be reminded of what I can do?

Whitened ears perked up even more as the boy said his mother was his sister. Then came the name Hureia. It was true! This boy was his nephew? Confusion came upon the Maka's mind until he heard Augustus say his father was Octavian. A sigh escaped his lips as he listened. The brute also listened to His nephew say something about his Aunt Loccian. It was good she had been there with the pup. A small smile appears don his maw before listening to him ask another question.

Augustus wanted to know more of his history. Then turning away did the brute see a rest streak down his face. Sitting on his haunches for a moment did he wait. Then leaning to the side he kicked away the tear before touching the top of the boy's head with his nose.

"It is quite a surprise to hear this; yet I am happy to have a nephew. I knew your father and I do know your mother. In fact she is somewhere in these lands. I'm sure she would be overjoyed to see you Augustus. But now I figure I will tell you what you want to know."

With a quick sigh and a breath before speaking Thane began.

"Well first of all, your mother and I were born into the Pack of Stars. Our parents were Caligar and Lilionia. I was born the what you would call a prince and she was the princess. And even thinking about it now it seems so unreal, like a dream almost. But my father and mother trained me to take the throne one day. Various lessons on behavior. Lessons to fight and hunt. I never took a real liking to fighting but more to hunting. And your mother was given these behavior lessons too. She was allowed to play with the other pups, I wasn't. Heck, I didn't even know how to play until my mate taught me on the first night I met her. But Hureia looked on as I learned and trained. She would always be there to comfort me and reassure me on things....but as we grew we somewhat grew a little apart. She was disappearing off into the outer territories often. And next thing you know it a patrol finds her dead on the borders. Obviously she wasn't dead dead since she is here alive today. Butbwe thought she was dead, and thus a war was created. The blame went to your grandfather, Poxiterso, your father's father. His fur was found in the gash in her neck. Theresa's evidence that your uncle and father weren't too far from the site either. Both brothers Pontifex and Octaviannwatched their father kill your father's lover. And in the battle I myself watched Poxiterso kill my own father. And then when everyone looked towards me I ordered a retreat. But when we came back an ambush had occurred. Everyone who had stayed back had been slaughtered, including my mother. So...your grandfather on your father's side, Poxiterso, killed your grandfather and was at fault for the death of your grandmother. Your mother was assumed dead. I fled the next day looking for another life. Your father supposedly gave up the throne to his brother since Pontifex had scold heart back then like his father . But I think today he has changed like many of us. And your Aunt Loccian I do not know much about. But you Augustus, you're something.

My own children would be heirs to my disbanded or extinct pack and so would you if all of us died. And you're probbly the heir of your father's pack since he was the firstborn son. Yet you're a powerful wolf boy. You're a mixture of the two packs that came to hate each other. You cod have made peace....or have been killed. But all of that is over son. And now you're here listening to me speak and I'm sitting here with a bum leg. he finished

Thane looked at his nephew awaiting a reply. Surely the boy would be a bit overloaded with information. Yet then again happy to know it. With a sigh Thane lay back down on his side with a grimace on his face. Even after saying all of this made him feel even older. But e waited, and wait would he do.