Ankyra Sound mother, mother: how's the family?

his brow wrinkled as he frowned at her statement, looking quite troubled. of course you do, surya replied, his voice gentle, but with an undeniably firm edge to it. you and them. he nodded at the puppies, letting his face relax into something more blissful. they were so small, so precious—

how could she think she hadn't deserved their help?

raleska, he repeated, smiling. it is nice to properly meet you. he noticed she declined to name the children. and there was no father, or at least one that had named himself as such. . . had it been the earnest white wolf, so willingly come to her aid?

he hoped they had a father—it didn't even have to be a blood father. just someone to raise them as rajendra had him. surya felt the all-too-familiar sense of guilt as his (not)-sire entered his mind; he must worried. about him and satya. they all must be worried.

do you live nearby? he asked, for surely she couldn't dwell alone in this cave forever.