The male did not know it himself, nor did his mother really, but his name had a touch of eastern Europe, but his name had brought a smile to her lips, but not much more. He was indifferent to whatever his aura did, because truth was he could not offer anything of himself, just a home along with other wolves in the middle of a war that he knew would take more lives. It mattered little to him, because that was simply how he had become over the years, most of the time with a whispering voice as the only company. His ears flickered forward and took in the word particular once again. How jolly.
She gave him what he wanted; a summary of the issue. He silently let his tongue drum against the insides of his cheeks as she spoke. No families were without splinters in the core. Some were more corrupted than others, and some simply were not meant to be. Still, the world did not bother to care for what should be and what should not, but made it blend together and fill the world with chaos. It was necessary though, because without chaos, tranquility and peace would not exist. Counterparts were needed to hold it all together.
Well, so he would come for his daughter? Why? Why not just go find another female and impregnate her in the hope of receiving a son? Haku would not question any actions done by others though, because they were all different with their reasons and their minds. He met her gaze. It was good enough for him. Whatever was haunting her was of the same flesh, and Haku knew how to handle that. Else from that, things went as they always did, the natural way. If being a part of this pack could help her, then why not. A big pack was a strong pack, and that was what he wished Dahlia to be, because he now was a part of it.
He did not need to know more. What do you have to offer us, Cwmfen? Her name did not correctly roll out his mouth, but with practice it would be perfect.