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Angry? He glanced at teya, but not for long when she saw the grief in her eyes. He couldn't picture Teya as an angry wolf, but that was the magic of Wraen's counsel, it seemed. He'd once been an angsty teen- still was, some days- but Wraen had helped him through a lot. He reached to touch his nose to her shoulder, but said nothing. It would be too easy to stop and grieve, even when he knew that Wraen would much rather they smiled and told fond stories of her life. 

He wondered briefly if Germanicus had had less of a stick up his ass when Teya had met him. He decided for the sake of maintaining some sort of civility between the two packs, that it would be best not to ask, even in jest. 

Sorana was easier to talk about, and brought a smile to his face. "Pirate Queen Sorana," He chuckled softly. "It's hard to know what they'll want, when they grow up. Is she your first?" He asked, hoping he wasn't prying into an uncomfortable topic.