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Saul Lupus is by Alaine!

It was strange, the utter relaxation he felt when Lilin's fingers ghosted over his palm, a teasing motion at first before he grasped her hand more tightly and subtly pulled her closer. It wasn't a conscious decision, the need to have her near. Part of it was certainly to do with the wild female in front of them, a need to protect his belle on a primal level. The other part was a familiar feeling to him, the need to touch even just a small part of her, to feel connected to something bigger than himself. And he certainly counted her and whatever it was between them as something bigger than himself, something altogether foreign to him at the moment. She complied although her body remained relaxed and unafraid. It perhaps gave Saul the direction he needed- she was not afraid and he told himself that he had nothing to protect her from. Resolution washed over him and he straightened to a more confident, comfortable pose. He had nothing to fear.


Her words remained a little disconcerting though and he tried to force himself to accept what she was saying. He found it very difficult to believe that she knew 'everything about him'- he'd been off the radar for a good few months now and he'd never met the female who now stood in front of them. For arguments sake though, he inclined his head, an unspoken agreement with what she was saying. Of course, the zing of shock ran through him when she revealed that his father was her brother- another Aunt that he'd had no knowledge of. And she revealed her name, Miskunn. He assumed she took the Stormbringer family name, although he couldn't be too sure. Well, this is a surprise. Family members seem to be popping up from all places... A pleasure to meet you, Miskunn. He offered, his tone a little dry but a fair amount of amusement in his eyes. Her next words caused a large grin to wash over his lips- he always harbored the worry for his siblings. Thank you. He stated simply, the words a balm to his forever-fretting soul.


Lilin was quiet, but Miskunn hadn't forgotten her, words coming forward that addressed his belle directly. It once against sparked the intrigue about what he fit on their family tree, how everyone else fit as well. He was surprised to hear that Crow was still alive, although he knew that he might not ever meet him. Do you know where my siblings and I fit on this family tree? What relation are we to Crow? He asked, green eyes curious. This meeting was strange, unexpected but certainly enlighting.

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