Strange ties

He was glad to hear that Roan had done no wrong, and would have let in the thought that no wolf was perfect… before remembering Zee, who could do no wrong. Every choice she made was the right one, and he would do anything to keep her happy. Perhaps he could understand the sentiment, the direction Io was coming from. He decided to simply be happy for her, and offered her an easy grin.

The mention of children brought his paw forward, to cup gently across her own in support. He couldn’t fix that for her, but he would, if it was within his capabilities. Perhaps he should be grilling every healer he crossed paths with.

“They are absolute trouble” he said woefully when the attention turned to his own boord, but the laughter in his eyes told her the love he felt for them. “Asla is a spitfire, and Azure is going to step on the wrong toes one of these days. Indigo is a sweetheart, who follows more in your footsteps then mine. Mort… Mort is doing better.” the boy even made a kill, a far cry from who he had been the first time the Warlord had taken him hunting.

His attention was wholly on his sister, and he blinked in surprise when she spoke to their companions, looking from Bast to Io with surprise. When his leopard looked to him, he nodded his ascent, and she got to her paws. Shyly, demurely, stepping closer to Enki to walk, as she was bidded by the healer.