Walk | Talk | Think
She let her thoughts drift away from the pack and all the drama that had been surrounding it with the new changes that had taken place to fully enjoy the here and now. It was the first time it having her family together since Bane had been exiled and thankfully everyone appeared to be taking the reunion well, the initial surprise of their visit aside. Tahlia was glad. As much as she hated to give it thought, there had been a tiny part of her that ha feared her children misunderstanding Bane's absence, of holding it against him. But neither Anais, Jakart, or Nako seemed frazzled by what had happened and acted now just as they would have had they been within the borders of Seracia. She smiled as she watched them, her curious, independent bunch, as her husband gathered their attention to speak to the youngsters together.
Unaware of what it was that Bane wished to inform them, the shapely wolf listened as well, moving into a seated position before she reached outward with a forepaw and, curling the other up, lay down upon her stomach comfortably. The stories that Bane told, of the gods and the tribe of Talutah, were entirely new to her, and just as her children she was enraptured by the concept. It was strange, almost silly in her narrow mindset, but it at least explained the peculiar marking that Bane seemed so fond of, the one that still adorned the trees outside of their den as well as Nako's shoulder. The fact the eldest boy already had it was a bit disconcerting to her. If he had one how long was it before Jakart and Anais would be expected to receive one too? She said nothing but the worry had been planted, and distractingly the she-wolf turned her dark gold eyes away from her husband and his lesson to peer at the river, searching for quiet spots along its bank that might prove to be decent fishing spots so she could possibly spoil her family with fish later before she and the children returned to their pack.
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