You never know who you might walk into

Despite her courageous and strong words, the girl was clearly struggling to recover from her affliction. Stolas' lips pursed, not wanting to push the matter and seem overbearing to someone he'd literally just met—and another fully grown wolf at that. He'd always cared too much; that had always been his problem. "As you wish," he would simply reply when she insisted she didn't need a healer or any assistance. She blamed her asthma on the humidity in the wood and in Auster in general, and yeah, that made sense. Auster was known for its moist environments and wet weather, especially during its winter season. How was she going to do once the rains came in half a year's time?

The fae started to explain her affliction a little more to him. Crystals in her throat from the Long Night. Stolas' graphite eyes widened at the mention of the Long Night, memories of the nightmares that had come with it flashing back in his memory like a horror film. "You got sick during the Long Night..." Stolas asked, more a deductive assumption than a question. He'd seen wolves that had gotten ill during that horrific time and never recovered. She must've been one of them as well... Before he could delve deeper down that train of thought though, she was asking him a question now, and the question she asked made his face go hot beneath his fur. "Oh! Uh, well... believe it or not, I kind of stumbled upon it by chance. That, and I... know Widow from a long time ago." That seemed like the more conversationally appropriate way to say she had been the crush he'd slept with and then lost. But the young wolf didn't need to know the sordid details of his love life.

"My name is Stolas Goetia Klein-Destruction," he introduced himself to the girl, allowing her to introduce herself in turn. Upon hearing her name, Stolas' suspicions were confirmed. "Ah, so you are one of Widow's children! I thought so! You look very much like your mother." A gentle smile touched the fallen prince's lips. Whatever happened to her father though? Widow had not taken a mate in the time he'd lost touch with her as far as he could tell. So where had all her children come from?

"Stolas"