Some of those he had greeted by the borders lately seemed to lack surnames. Or perhaps they were so intent on starting anew that they severed whatever connected them to the past. Conor’s own family name had been cursed and tainted by his father’s gruesome actions, but he had continued the use of it anyway. It had once been clear in an Inferni hybrid’s eyes that the mere scent of the son reminded her of the chocolate coated father, and while Haku was still a part of him there was no use trying to hide from the truth. There was another reason too. He would show them all exactly how far from the tree an apple could roll.
The woman’s name echoed through his tranquil mind, and as her concern was made clear he was quick to dismiss that possibility with a court shake of his cream and cinnamon painted face. ”Do not worry about that, Aislinn. This is only pleasant.” The young male meant what he said, though he had to silently admit that this sidetrack was keeping him from his family. Then again, what could one expect as an alpha. There would never be time enough for him to do all the things he wanted to. The list of things with different priorities was long, but greeting duty was somewhere near the top of that list.
His golden body moved fluidly, showing way to an ancient tree hollowed out by some force of nature. He would have led her to a cosy, though abandoned den, but with her story and the lost lives of her children he did not want to grant her a place similar to the one where she lost her most precious treasures. The Dahlian male would come back later to take a proper look on that leg. It was such a shame that he rarely brought his medicine bag with him. There had already been a few incidents where it could have been needed.