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He considered her question for a moment, pulling her close as was becoming his way. He absently began to clean his tiny child, letting his thoughts roll around in his mind before he spoke. “In part, politics, in part, it is simply wolf-nature. There are people out there who would see something as small as you and your siblings as a weak point to exploit to gain benefits. There are also wolves out there who would do it because they want to, and would find enjoyment in it. As you enjoy hunting and killing critters, they would enjoy hunting you.” he explained. He had never killed others for sport, he had done so when he had been commanded, or when they had endangered his charge or the Empire.

Kidnapping the little healers had been to boost his ranks, and for the good of the Armada, those that killed for enjoyment were sick in the brain, and wolves he would be happy to end. He continued his grooming, falling silent for another moment, and then laughing at her next question. “Of course she can, but your mumma used a lot of time and energy growing you in her womb, she carried you to term, and made your father a very happy man. She deserves nice things, like meals from her husband and children. You want to make your mumma happy, don’t you?” It almost wasn’t a question, he couldn’t see why it would be any other way. Zee was a miracle to him, every bit as precious as his little Asla and her siblings. He let her pull away as she came to her feet, and he stood us as well, looking down expectantly at his daughter.