The crying wind woman did not greet him, not with words. She regarded him softly and did nothing to provoke the boy. No comment on his leg, no pressing about his future. She simply acknowledged him.

He preferred this.

Walking over, he took a seat beside her. Eyes lifting upward to the trees and the waxwings the flitted about. It was easier than looking at her.

Iglux̂ was different. Her scent had changed, what he glimpsed of her eyes was soft. Not the sharpness that the obsidian eyes typically held. And her belly started to round.

This he did not think about. Did not know how to think about it, if he was even allowed to.

What did he know about being a brother? The early months he should have shared with his litter mates had been tarnished in the fight between his parents.

What did it mean for him and Fa'liya? Was their father happy now? Now that he could expect children with a Lanzadoii woman. Children that may not be broken like his elder son and daughter.