What remains from the past [OPEN]

With introductions done, Osiris migrated closer, slinking closer to the wolves, before resting in the soft grass near by. Plush tail flicking lightly behind him. He let the wolves talk, keeping guard over them both. The duty given to him by his mother, and companion of the Warlord himself.

The winged boy shrugged, feathers rising and falling with the motion. "She used to stay in Ashen, but she's gone now I don't know where" maybe not the most helpful answer in the world and his expression fell for a moment. Brief, the frown there and gone again. His radiant smile back in place. "But if she's family, I can help you find her." He offered. His father was accustomed to his disappearances, learning and exploring the world outside the Armada. He would just have to make sure his duties were covered by another if he was gone for too long.

Her dove friend had a beautiful voice. Saphs song was more sharp, squawking, and he clapped his wings together in appreciation of Ruaisars reply. His versatile wings were often used like the hands of an ape, to hold, steady, or move in similar ways. They were also the ideal appendages to offer cover and squeeze in supporting hugs. "Is your mother far from here?"