Here We Are

Walk | Talk | Think

It was a great comfort to know and feel as if she had help within the pack regarding her children and their upbringing. As much as she liked to feel confident and independent, Tahlia was feeling very strongly the loss of her mate and the knowledge that some disapproved of their union to begin with. He had been her other half not in only the sense of their marriage but in the sense of their children, the softer side to her sternness. Without him, she was constantly second guessing her techniques with raising them, worried that she was being too hard on them, wondering if she might be able to be softer, more kind, less strict, and still receive the results from them that she wished to see. Was she going about it entirely the wrong way? Now, with Destruction there for her to speak with and seek assistance from, she felt the load lighten somewhat, enough to make it bearable again.

Quietly her dark golden eyes traveled over her children and then upward as another large figure approach, this one a mottling of dark and light tones of grey and black. Vaguely Tahlia recognized him, though it took a moment longer for a name to join along with his face. Dragon, is it? He was kind as he joined them, not imposing nor nosy in his manner but polite and patient. With a kind smile and a careful glance at her children to assure herself that they still behaved, the mother wolf nodded her head politely. "Very proud, yes," she answered, noting that he failed to mention their father and uncertain whether that was because he was still clueless about it, as she was sure Maverick had intended it to be, or simply out of kindness for her.

Her ears shifted to accommodate the yipping voice of her son as he spoke up, and her gaze followed his to spy the older sibling to her children as he came within view along with the pack's healer. It was a relief to see him well and able to walk on his own; whatever he had called for must not have been that severe then. She glanced between the pup and the older wolf who traveled with him, as if trying to gauge just how their little visit had gone, but her attention broke with a sigh as Jakart fell into the snow and Nako and Anais were quick to bound to him. Children will be children, she reminded herself, holding her tongue about the matter though she was incredibly curious to find out from Loccian why Nako had called her away.