Two Rivers Isle ELSA, PLEASE DON'T SLAM MY MEMES

She giggled softly. A stubborn little thing, so much like his dad. Malice just hoped he would not grow up to be so cold and seek company of the wrong ones. Hell, she was his mother, she wouldn't allow it. She could allow a lot of things, but never would she let her boys socialize with unworthy beings. Of course she knew that she'd have to let him go to shape his own life, but that day was far away, and for now she could hold onto him for some more. She would tell him tales of the blackfeather woods wolves, whether fiction or real, to keep him away. Okay, Pyro is Pyro for you, but to me you guys are brothers. 

Her ears lowered as he told Aeronwyn was an ant. An ant? Only then did it click in her mind that he meant aunt. Hah, had Aeronwyn told him that she was his aunt. What a silly girl she was, but Malice was not offended or anything. She liked the illusion of a sister. Aeronwyn is your aunt, but not my sister. You'll all understand this when your older. She said as she gave him a lick over his cheek.