Archelaus of course knew the Armada family was powerful and rather large. He didn't quite know the half of it of course, there were many others some even more famed than his aunt Roman and mother. Before leaving the North however, what Archie hadn't known about was his adopted family. He loved Amalia deeply of course, she was his mother just as much as Athena was as far as he was concerned but he had never thought about any family she might have had beyond them. She bore a different surname but for some reason it had never hit him as being strange; his aunt Talvi had a different surname after all.
What he had come to learn however was that Amalia had a whole family of her own. He hadn't really met them all properly, though there had been vague introductions in some instances. Arian had not been one of the wolves listed in the Adravendi family, there were many many more he didn't know about. Where they stood in line with the Armadas he wasn't quite sure, though they were evidently important too, his grandmother having her own pack and of course if Amalia was part of the family it said a lot as well.
Lifting his head the silver boy would cast his attention to the female now speaking to him; she was another aunt, one from the Adravendi line. Rather frail looking, even his tiny mother Amalia looked strong in comparison. The woman was fairly tall, though Archie was certain he would be able to push her over if he tried. Archie hadn't quite gotten the hang on introductions yet to be honest and whilst it was perhaps a little rude, the boy would frown softly as he eyed the thin, scabbed woman. Fortunately he hadn't seen her at her worst. "You look awful." He declared simply, he was somewhat concerned about her though, if she was family she certainly deserved help. "Have you seen my mother? She can help you."
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