So Help Me! So Help Me! And Scene!

Tyrian blinked in surprise at Ulfr's question. Sometimes he forgot he was an oddity. After it dawned on him that yes, he was a freak, he quickly replied, "Tied 'em to two bison then yelled 'giddy up!'." The boy was quickly ushered back by Valdis so the possible ramifications of such a comment didn't have time to dawn on him. The conversation shifted back to Valdis' possession of the boy and Tyrian thought no more about long teeth, bison or lying to small impressionable children.

As for what she had to say, well, he saw no reason to tell Valdis no for either thing. He trusted her not to run off into the wilderness, steal a pup, and then lie about it, and in the nicest most neutral way possible he cared not even a smidgen for who was married - or not - to whom in the pack provided nothing conflicted with the sanctity of the pack. If they wanted to be a couple and have a party to mark the occasion, good for them. He admired the commitment. And if they wanted a kid, well, he certainly didn't want one right now so someone needed to take in the little waif. And Tyrian was just glad it wasn't going to be dumped on him.

"Absolutely, sure," he said as he gestured affably at Ulfr and then the adults. "Have a kid, have a party." His broad shoulders rose in a good-natured shrug and he grinned at the elder pair. "Congrats. When can we expect the celebration?"