King Elk Forest when i was a child

It would seem as their sparse conversation continued on that Ambrosia seemed less forthcoming towards Arturo as she'd been in the very beginning. Whether this new hesitancy was a wise choice or a not was not for him to decide. The truth was straightforward: if Arturo had wanted to do her harm he'd have done it by now and for whatever it was worth she could take a small comfort from that if she wished. She hadn't done anything to warrant him to do her ill, and if there was one thing he prided himself upon it was being the ever dapper gentleman. Still, she offered him more information than she'd needed to — whether she'd intended to or not. She was as vague as he was about her home, indicating what mountains she spoke of with a gesture of her muzzle but informed him that she'd traveled with her daughter.

He was a parent himself, but he'd long since ceased controlling their lives. Bowie, his middle son, had left the Hollow a few months prior to Arturo's own departure, though to the Fearghal monarch's best knowledge his other children: Bain and his daughters, Cearney and Devin had remained behind with their mother and grandmother; but what they chose to do with their lives was no longer his place to decide. As much as it pained Arturo, he'd settled himself to accept the knowledge that he would likely never see them again. Despite being grown: they still meant the world to him, and they always would. For a moment, the coywolf allowed his vagueness to drop like a veil as he spoke, “For now, my children and I have gone our own ways, I envy that your daughter has remained with you.” but if it would last past that was not for him to say. Just because Arturo would never tell them they couldn't venture out and find themselves in the same way he'd done didn't mean he didn't feel their absence.