Flycatcher Downs godling

it took almost all of stigmata's focus not to snort and look offended at the mere suggestion that any of those bearclaw urchins belonged to him. he might have liked to have claimed merrick, for more than one reason, and perhaps piper, who made him wish he had sired more than just a gaggle of wild sons - but generally he was not inclined to think fondly of children not his own. "no," he affirmed flatly, his imperial mood returning.

"i share no blood with the wolves of the valley, but i came to them under circumstances similar to your own, and despite having every reason to turn me away, i was given a home and a purpose that i intend to honor." nevermind his need to be in control or his selfish position on the subject of pups; stigmata was loyal to the bitter end. "this offer i have made you," he continued, eyeing her less appreciatively and more critically now - alighting her with a librarian's stare; "it does not come lightly or free of charge."

a warning that, if she wanted to continue, he would need some proof.