these scars remind me (joining)

She comes across Hermes doing as he is supposed to. Virgil smiles; her time spent with her children robs her of time to run her back, and she appreciates her cousin taking the initiative. ?Greetings, Tribune Hermes,? she affords, turning her gaze to the dark stranger. The scent of motherhood clings to Virgil?s pelt, milky and obvious to all. The Olympian heirs are born and safe, and she is contented, although heartbroken at having to have left Raisa far behind.
?Virgil Olympus, Empress of Olympus, matriarch of its ruling family, and descendent of the gods,? she describes. ?We are a pack run around a family, and although we have a ruling family, we are more than fair. When our numbers bolster, however, we will be more in the business of an empire,? she explains, lips quirking up into a promising smile.