The Sunspire The radius of your heart

These are your grandparents. Deshyr didn't react like she understood the words at first. Instead she could only ogle as they were introduced as Finley - bug eyes turned on the Blackthorn matriarch, their expressions uncannily similar - and Elwood. She turned her gaze on a smart-looking gentleman; not as big or as handsome as Dad, but he looked... nice. And they both in some way, reminded her of Mom.

She looked up at Liffey again, and as the matron called her grandparents Mom and Dad, it clicked to her that these were the wolves she had been learning about since she knew the difference between a made-up story and a true story. And that was a whopping three weeks ago! Deshyr warmed instantly to the newcomers, more aware now of her mother's ambient euphoria at having her parents near. It was the same feeling she got whenever Liffey or Rannoch returned from a hunt or some less interesting "business".

The girl turned excited eyes on her grandfather as she was beckoned, and as he lowered himself to the ground, she proceeded to close the distance between them. She sniffed at the ground, still a bit leery and adjusting to their completely new scents, but after one or two pauses and false starts and zero looking back for support, she came to meet noses with Elwood before graduating to sniffing him all over.