the arrangement for peregrine's biological children, and the ones he was raising with his former mate was not one that lasher felt qualified to comment upon, and so he merely nodded. they are blessed children to have a trio so dedicated to them, he said softly.
falling silent, he thought of how he would answer the dark wolf — there was not a correct way to describe julien. heady, passionate, crazed, loyal — these were all attributes that could be pinned upon the frenchman, depending on who was speaking of him in that moment. and yet he had been free with his tongue, watchful and loving toward his children, a quintessential patriarch till the very end.
he was a father of many, and not just to those who shared his blood. julien mayfair was artistic in his very being, in his words, which could lull and soothe as well as cut. he was at once both gentle and savage, and beautiful. too beautiful for a man, it was said. taltos gave a soft laugh. you remind me of him because you are strong, and because you are proud of what you have created without simpering over its creation. you are existent in your power and your status, as was he, and you define these things. you are not defined by them.