Weather the Storm or let it Rage

Dominus Praetor

Disappointment set in with the very first two words of her statement. This place, this temple, the mountain's sheer importance to him and his kind - it was the perfect set up for something other than just another wolf to be awaiting him.

She could detect his scent, but he had not been able to detect hers due to the water - it left him feeling odd when she admitted their relation and named his mother. Just a few seconds prior, he had been admiring her beautiful oddity - a sort of shame came over him now that he realized that beautiful oddity was actually his cousin. All former attraction had turned into slight disgust with himself and the fact that he did find her beautiful.

How many women in Boreas would he run into this problem with? It seemed everyone he stumbled across was related to him somehow. Next he would find out that Altair was his cousin, Poem was his sister, or something else equally unfathomable.

His ears twitched in slight annoyance as he recomposed himself and took a step back, acknowledging her statement.

"Interesting. Do you know my name, too? Is there a point to even introducing myself?" The man's tone was less than enthusiastic as he watched the water roll off her form. He tried his best to push aside his disappointment and instead focused on who her own parents might be. If she was his cousin, and Zuriel was her aunt, that might make her a daughter of Regulus - the red wolf he'd met in the East who had admitted to being his uncle. It was hard to tell for certain, and he didn't want to risk being wrong but he had a growing hunch.