She nodded as Taliesin spoke; it was true, Skye felt slightly betrayed when one decided to leave the pack, although she tried to understand their reasons for leaving. She absentmindedly stroked the cat, Sheba, that Taliesin had found one day, while pondering. It seemed like Taliesin's mother was a bit like her - no matter how hard she tried, it was hard for her to see leaving the pack as anything but a betrayal to the home and hearth, even though she would not outwardly express it. She wondered how Taliesin had found his way to Cercatori d'Arte exactly - what of his mother, and her pack?
She smiled as she recalled Bangle. "I don't think anyone who's met him knew what to make of him at first," she said. Even she herself hadn't known exactly what to make of Bangle, the vicarious trader who wore quite flashy jewelry and made slightly inappropriate jokes at times.
She looked to Myrddin, thinking of her own children in the process. "He'll make a fine wolf some day," she said; she wondered idly what he would be like when he grew. Nothing like his mother she was sure - he had even denounced her at the borders, to her surprise. She did not know his amount of spirit before, but now she realized that he was bolder than she initially thought. That was good in a wolf, she thought with a smile.
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