Hideaway Strath Eyes, blood, bones

Sovereign's gaze was pinned to the male.
She couldn't feel her mother's eyes on her, which meant she, too, was boring into this man with her eyes.
He took a step closer, speaking of great strength and how she wold grow, what she would grow into.
Then, the voice of her mother.
This is Fenrir Nightwish, my father, and your grandfather. 
The new information helped some, but her coldness did not begin to melt at all.
Her mother's tones were without warmth, and Sovereign was loyal to her mother, she trusted her judgement beyond almost anyone else's.
Save for her dad, Arashi, of course.

Sovereign eventually rumbled a soft growl in response, not content to speak, unless her mother asked her to.