Ouroboros Spine wealthy

"Yes," she agreed, haltingly, thinking in particular of the stories she'd heard of her father. She treasured them because she didn't have many, but in truth, neither had Grandmother. They hadn't known each other long, just as Angel herself had not known Sumac very long.

Yes — she wanted very badly to be reunited with her mother.

For now, though, Angel was happy to share words with Ajei. Or, well... happy was not quite the word when she received the news.

"Oh, Ajei," she breathed, her steps faltering. She came to a standstill, tears filling her eyes despite her very distant relationship with the two wolves that'd been named. She felt silly for such a reaction, but loss and grief and the shifting sands of time were all things she'd been dwelling on, lately. "I'm so sorry to hear that," she said lamely, sniffling back her own tears. "I know I'm just one wolf, but — well, I'm here now, anyway. Just tell me if there's anything extra I can be doing, alright?"

She'd always had energy to spare, after all.

"How many are left?" she asked, almost against her will.