You never know who you might walk into

Stolas clenched his jaw to do his best to stifle a yawn, not out of boredom with the conversation with Triss, but because as a nocturnal creature, the morning was actually his evening, and he'd been up all night studying the celestial heavens. But for the sake of the girl's enthusiasm and knowledge, he was prepared to delay sleep for a while longer. It had been a while since he'd shared such a deep conversation about himself with anyone. Triss asked why Widow hadn't kept in touch with her family and what family she might have out in the world. That was both an easy and difficult question to answer for her.

"Well, I assume your sire is still somewhere, though that would be a better question for your mother." Besides the unnamed brute, Widow was the only wolf who knew who was responsible for creating Triss. "Your extended family still goes by Klein. Or Abraxas, depending on which sects of the family you talk to. We don't really talk about the Abraxases though. I know your mother has several siblings too, though I'm unsure where they ended up." Stolas took a deep breath as he considered her former question. "I'm afraid I don't know why Widow fell out of touch with her family. The last time I saw her was during the Long Night. After the Long Night ended, I attempted to visit her, but Recluse, her mother and the alpha of Habari, refused to let me see her, saying she was gravely sick. Shortly after, Habari was destroyed by Medusa, who took the pack from Recluse and made Insomnia from its ashes. I never saw her again... until we found each other in these very woods by chance." Stolas could only offer Triss a shrug. "Perhaps your mother was taken with the rest of Habari when Medusa claimed the pack. I couldn't truly say."

"Stolas"