Finally taking flight

Ulric saw the shift in her demeanor when he mentioned Resin's other children, the statement bringing about a question. "I believe the final total was seven," he informed her, keeping a close eye on the silver brindled beauty at his side. He wasn't certain yet how she felt hearing about her mother's other children, but she had asked and he was more than willing to answerer any questions she might have. He was an open book for her, hopefully able to fill in some of the gaps for her. "Tamsyn birthed five - Gwynevere being one of them. Then Resin found and adopted two more." A large portion of those children held fantastic promise - though he was particularly interested in seeing how Artorias flourished in his new role as Baron. He was very confident in his choice of heir and the boy had impressed him several times over at this point.

Her next question genuinely surprised him and he was sure that showed in his expression while an obvious sad, questioning look was held in her lovely golden gaze. "Of course not," he insisted with an encouraging smile. "Tamsyn is genuinely one of the kindest wolves I've ever met. If anything she is just going to be happy to bring you into their family. I think the same will be true of many of their children as well." He couldn't speak as confidently about how her children might react since he wasn't as close to all of them since some were more present than others, but he was certain that at least Artorias, Rudyard, and Gwynevere would be welcoming. Perhaps he could be wrong about that, but Tamsyn's sweetness had certainly rubbed off on her children.

"If you don't mind me asking... Why do you worry that they'll be uncomfortable with you here?" he asked gently, settling back on his haunches. He didn't want to press her on something that made her uncomfortable, but if it was something that was going to make her joining the pack more difficult on her he'd like to alleviate her concerns where he could.

Ulric Adravendi