Behold- A Grey Ghost

It wasn’t too often strangers came near the borders, so when his border patrol took by and he caught the scent, he paused, looking for its source to assess if the wolf was a threat, or simply passing by. The familiarity in the scent struck him at the same time as his caution. His hackles rose, and a snarl slipped free from his lips, and then he found her. His first thought had been the father, despite Io’s assurance that the man never left his homeland. She had told him her siblings, her mother, were dead.

“A ghost, at the borders of my Armada?” he asked the watching eyes as he found them. Eye he amended, seeing the scars that ran through one side of her features. He scrambled to remember what he had been told about this woman, this ghost who had died before he ever met Io. Or so his sister had believed. “The tales of your death were greatly exaggerated, it seems. Did you know your daughter believes you dead?” His voice held a hint of curiosity. He hadn’t yet decided if he should be angry on Io’s behalf, or estact. A selfish part of him wearied at this tie away from him. Would it be stronger than the one she had so recently created with him?