surely not today

The offer of teaching her to protect herself was accepted and Resin could see just how much it meant to the obsidian woman. She believed that everyone, big or small, deserved to know what they were worth. If Tamsyn wished to learn to keep herself safe, then Resin would provide her with that knowledge. She would teach her those skills. Tamsyn wouldn't be the first, either. The maned fae had a knack for attracting the meek and downtrodden. She was a protector at heart. If one wasn't able to protect themselves and they proved themselves worthy of her time, the woman would rend the heavens to keep them safe. Those that fell within these parameters she considered 'hers.' Her family always fell into that category. It was rare for an outsider to gain a permanent standing there, but if  Tamsyn was going to remain as part of the pack and she continued to be as open and true as she was now... then she would always fall beneath the protection that Resin would offer.

It was strange, this feeling inside. The mint-eyed fae was kindling a fire that had long lay dormant within the big woman. Iolaire no longer needed her protection. Resin protected Meadow, but her sister had gone walkabout. There was no one that needed her and it was something that hadn't lain easily with her. She felt as though there was no direction in her life. No real purpose. Her days were spent doing nothing more than patrolling and seeking out anything that might bring danger to the pack. She wouldn't admit it, but she needed to protect someone again. It was who she was.

With her sad story told, she was thankful when Tamsyn didn't comment on it. The charcoal dame simply placed her small paw beside Resin's much larger appendage. The gesture was appreciated and the corners of the woman's mouth quirked up in the barest of smiles. Could that even be considered a smile? For her, yes. She was glad to be sharing that small smile with someone who she felt needed it.

After a stretch of Tamsyn being deep in thought, the woman's soft tones poured forth. Again, scars from her father. She had been a clear disappointment to him. He had then been too much of a coward to kill her, and so had sent his daughter out into the world on her own, scarred and damaged. The man was a bastard. Resin found that she wanted to sink her teeth into him to show him how it felt to be weak and afraid. She almost voiced this desire, but the feel of soft pawpads caressing the scars on her paw and foreleg brought all attention to Tamsyn. The touch was foreign and it wasn't something that Resin was used to. Though she had taken a mate in life and had produced children, the fae had never been one for casual touching. Having lost her eye at the age of three, she had had a frightening appearance for so long, that many were averse to touching her. This... this simple little act of the onyx woman brushing her pads back and forth over the raised skin, it was strange, but welcome.

Tamsyn spoke again and the larger woman's single, sulfur colored eye flashed dangerously. The rejection of her father and the ejection from her home had left her feeling alone. So alone that she had considered ending her life. And not just once, but many times. Blackened lips peeled back from whetted canines almost involuntarily, the woman's dusty blue nose wrinkling with the action. A moment later the rage cleared enough that she regained composure. It wasn't like her to allow emotions to take control. She found her voice. That low, growling voice thanks to the scars that she had shown upon her throat. "There's nothing wrong with you. All of the fault is on your father's shoulders." Raising her own paw, she placed it gently upon that of the smaller fae. "Would you like me to kill him?" The offer wasn't made jokingly. If Tamsyn wished it, Resin would seek out her old pack. She would challenge the woman's father and would show all of the bastards just what a woman could do.