The Sunspire the greater the love, the greater the loss.

He spoke of his parents, but not in a way that was malicious. That was a relief; she knew many wolves who would sooner complain about their parents than simply joke about them. No parents were perfect, and no children were perfect. Solveig was both, and knew that her own children likely said similar things about her.  "Perhaps they had a premonition that you would be...Spooky," She said, grinning. 

She liked being asked about her language. "It is my language," She replied smoothly. Transitioning to her birth tongue was easy; switching back required a bit more thought. "I believe it is called 'Old Norse,'" She explained. "My name means...From the house of strength." Her eyelashes fluttered lightly, as she wondered what he might make of it.