Ankyra Sound but maybe that's a lie

velen had not meant to offend dalia; truly his words had been callous in the face of their flight from stormrift. ”you are my home,” he answered instead, and it was true. the babes they carried, the woman at his side — they held velen’s focus now.
glancing thankfully to rosalyn, the young wolf sighed, setting down the little one between his forepaws. ”thank you so much,” came his mutter, covered in a gruffness meant to cloak the emotions rising once more in his throat.
”i am a warrior, a guardian, a hunter. whatever rusalka needs, i can be,” he told the huntress earnestly, glancing encouragingly at dalia. 
safety here. even if it was not home, or could not be home, his family would live.