The would be little time to speak with Dutiron that morning, or even just spent the much needed alone time with him. Not that she had a single thought against talking to her eldest of sons. She would nuzzle her mate as he returned to her side, but she would not get a greeting as Howl's strong scent would wash over them. Chocolatey gaze would shift to take him in, wondering what he'd been up to the last few years. She could tell by his voice that he had something on his mind, but Dutiron would beat her to the question. She would smile encouragingly, readying herself for a talk similar to his sister's.
