Nova Peak It's like an apple of temptation

It was hard to lose a parent that gave a shit about you, she thought. And she knew Stigmata had loved their children, and so they had all suffered greatly when he died—their pain was still seared into her heart and her memories and most likely would be for the rest of her life. That thought hadn't sprung to life because of her children's sire; it was directed at her own father, whose death she didn't morn for one second. Some might be eaten up by such disregard for the man that raised them, but she had learned a long time ago that he had never really cared about any of them; they were just a means to an end—soldiers for his arsenal. It had been a long time since she thought about him, and she quickly pushed the man from her mind, not wanting to ruin this moment. She only nodded her agreement. 

His question was one she did not mind answering. I want them to be happy, she said first. I have three sons and a daughter. My daughter, Simmik, is Beta of a pack on the other side of the mountains called Neverwinter Forest. Her twin, Mesa, is lost—my hope is that he will return some day as well. Taki looked down at her paws. I don't want them to be so consumed with power, as their father was, that they stretch themselves too thin and die unnecessarily. His dream had been an ambitious one, and she had been at his side, ready to help him achieve it until the children were born. Her priorities had shifted, and so had his. Stag is so level-headed; I don't think I have to worry about that with him. But Simmik is ambitious, like her father, and I fear it will lead her down a similar path. 

She shook her head and released a soft huff of laughter. I will talk about them forever if you let me, she added apologetically.