darkly, darkly

dante and mordecai were one and the same when it came to such things, and lasher understood. he had not wished for children, nor a family, but had surfaced with both, and loved them dearly. however his desire not to maintain a traditional life had stemmed from his witches' upbringing; he could not puzzle what led the ostrega and the silver man into middle age without the blessing of children.

and yet, it was not his place to wonder, nor to judge -- he dipped his muzzle at the other's words. "perhaps the next years will bring a new situation about for you." he glanced to the treeline then. "the leader of ouroboros spine told me not long ago that there is a new pack of rogues in the flatlands. savages. have you heard of them? they do not speak our tongue."