Ouroboros Spine Autumn winds have long since past.

Rodyn tilted his head, listened as she spoke, he had to lean a little forward to hear, her voice quiet in the air. Her voice was soft as whispers, but held weight and he listened to it as he would his own mother. Gods he missed her, more than anyone else. Though don't all boys love their mothers, differently than most. 

You would do it again? Or you are doing it again? Laying claim to land not sullied, is a hard task, but an important one.

Her next question drew him pause and he looked inward. Did he want to be a father, raise pups. He hadn't ever thought of it before, he supposed he was near that age, yes. One of the many reasons his father had cast him from their pack lands himself. As he thought he listened to the air, the ground, deep even breathing. Would he like children? He loved puppies, loved their scent, their curiosity. It would be the upmost gift a she wolf could give him. Then he spoke.

I would love a gift like that. Though I would need to find a mate for that, and I couldn't settle. It would have to be a love as deep as the stars. That's what my parents have and i will settle for nothing less.