Moonspear You make wine from sour grapes

The journey she had fancied having ended not in a triumphant return, but with utter disappointment. Maude knew that it was a fool's effort to continue searching for Kjalarr — Jorunn, whatever — at this point. And knowing his provclivity for leaving without a word? No point. His kin didn't even know where the fuck he had been for the past few moons.

The kid pushed against her chest, and she wrapped himself around him as best as she could. Me? Don't worry 'bout me. Yer 'is fookin' kid, an' he just left ye like dat. Her words were mixed with a comforting purr and an angered growl, her emotion clashing before this somewhat related wolf. Speaking of him — she turned to him, and nodded to him. Thanks, mate. We'll keep it in mind, She was itching to return to sea, and perhaps there they would find — she shuddered inwardly — Ondine again. Bitch as she was, she is Arrille's mother, and his only true remaining family here in the Wilds. It didn't seem like he was eager to rejoin with distant relatives that he had never met before.

C'mon, She urged, nodding once more to the wolf before turning away, down the slopes once more.