After the pitch male sent his daughter to soothe his mother, he turned his attention back to his sister and asked about mother’s tendencies and queried about all the stuff that happened while he was gone. It seemed to be a long story, as she started off with the sadder details. "Surprisingly enough, even after being turned she's not hurt any of our siblings. There are more now, two brothers and tw-. Now one sister. We have recently been to war, Thy. We lost a few members, I wish you could have met them all. Aya, our sister, fell in combat. As did my own son, Helheim. Tarben, our enemy pack who resides on the other side of the mountain took our sister, Drevis. She's been held captive with our niece’s rapist. He was sealed away but freed on Drevis's watch by the King of Tarben - He decided to take both of them." Thyrius nodded, taking it all in. Part of him was glad he missed this whole rigmarole but felt as if there was still more to come, even though her demeanor had changed slightly.

"We have much more family now, but we lost someone else. Father died on the battlefield, which is partial to why mother is such a mess.” That made sense, and it saddened him too. Their father was now gone. Thyrius had gotten along much better with their father, and was hoping he would be around to help ease any tension between himself and his mother. ”You're also an uncle now, I have five children that still live, Skade, Bellona, Ruax, Lahmer and Kodlak. Three daughters and two sons, a mate who stands on the throne with me, Nibris. Our fathers brother Vladimir has come here as well, we have four new cousins, - Ambrose, Calida, Deyja, and Viessa, and three older ones - Wisteria, Yesimire, and Mabbit. Wisteria has had children as well, seven of them - Hespieria, Dragos, Oni, Apollonia, Ember, Vulcan, and Cionaodh. Our other siblings are Maverick, and Styxx." As she rattled off the names, his brain had a hard time keeping track of them all and their relations. Before he could speak, his sister spoke once more. ”I know it’s a lot to take in, but soon enough you’ll see all of our family. If you’re staying, that is.” He returned the smile. ”I’d love to stay, though I do have a few questions. Give me a moment though to formulate my thoughts.”

He sat down, letting himself take in all the information. These mutations were the first thing on his mind, and the first thing he vocalized. ”Just what is up with these…quirks…of everyone?” He could not quite find the right words. ”I now have some jagged edges coming off my legs, which makes no sense. Joy has rabbit ears. Mother has some snake scales, and you have ANTLERS.” He annunciated her mutation, being taken aback most by that, but also particularly jealous. ”Look, I don’t know about you, but that’s pretty cool. And what’s up with you talking about mom being ‘turned’? Also, what other traits may I see amongst other wolves so I'm not as taken aback?” He paused, giving her time to answer, before prodding with his next barrage of questions.

Once she had finished and he made any additional commentary, he continued. ”Second, what is the name of these lands? You said you’re the queen here, which, good for you I would not expect less of you, and you mentioned Tarben, but what pack do you rule? I’m also going to assume I’m now within bounds though based off of your initial reaction to my presence.” Once again, he gave time for her to respond and extra time for any commentary of his own. Then he continued with his third statement, this one much more playful than that of the first two. ”Thirdly…when am I going to meet Nibris…Nibris it was right? Your mate? How dare you choose a mate without your glorious brother’s approval? I must meet him at once.” He played into the whole fake ego thing as he finished his statement, giving a playful smile to his sister. He missed her.

Actions and thoughts and "Words."