Tuktu Weir I hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain

"Unless you have another Osprey in mind or familiar, then apparently she did have kids. Otherwise, I would not be standing here talking with you," Wraen replied and smiled kindly at the old wolf, who looked very much like a warrior that had once been big, scary and feared, but now had succumbed to the one enemy it could not fight with - time and old age that came with it. She also wandered, why - if he had been a friend to her mother - had she not told him about her family. Or mentioned a Burke-character from her past to her children. But then again - how often had she asked and listened?

"Nice to meet you Mr.Burke. I am Wraen," she replied politely. "I am sorry to disappoint you again, but - no - she is not. She and my father founded a pack in the Southern regions and there they are raising a new batch of Osprante kin."