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"...Right, it should not take a genius to figure that one out." Karasu said in response to Logain.

Miluiel blushed and stepped off to the side of Azrael, allowing him to take Shinn off to bed. She placed the bowl, now in her hands, on the table beside her. She turned to watch Azrael go to Shinn.

The men took Celeron's invitation to search through the room. After searching to each man's content they left frustrated but satisfied the demon was no longer among them the unruly mob made their exit to search elsewhere. With Shera and he able to fly once more they made their way to the outside of the inn.

Looking back toward the church Celeron had a cold pit in his stomach as he thought how a simple act of kindness turned out a girl capable of almost killing him and Shera. Add in the fact she was still out there somewhere made the fact even more chilling.

With powerful flaps of their angelic wings Celeron and Shera took to the sky determined to move away from the city and the bad memories. Kayla wanted the two of them and Celeron had a feeling this would only be the beginning if they did not get away from everyone as they flew away.

Shinn nodded. "I will amau!" Shinn said to his new mother, giggling softly as he was kissed on the cheek.

Azrael smiled and chuckled. "Come on." He said to his son, patting him on the shoulder and leading to the family den. He settled his son down on the bed he shared with his parent and found a bone. It was fairly chewed but it was the cub's "safety blanket." "Sleep well, Shinn." He told the cub, and watched the boy scoop the bone up in his jaws and curl up comfortably.

Talithan looked up at his daughter with a smile. "You made a fine decision. Seeing through my earlier misgivings, I see that you picked better than anything I could have arranged for you." He admitted to her with a sad smile.

"I see." Talithan said. "Well, it is out of my hands now. It is in the hands of you and your family. You have such a strong will and always have had." He leaned back and smiled. "And your son is a good lad. He has strong eyes, I can see him being a good leader when he becomes an adult. But it will fall to him who he wishes to lead... when he comes of age of course." He said to her. "That silver fur of his is quite striking, though. Among werewolves that is a very rare color, so I have read from the books."

Talithan blinked in surprise. "An elf? She must have been part wolf herself, or the child would have come out a wild elf." He said softly. "What was the name of the child's birth mother? Do you know?" He asked her softly. He hoped that this wasn't a touchy issue with the father. He didn't want to lose the few good graces he had managed with Azrael, not when he was peacefully transitioning to his daughter's choices.

Talithan nodded and thought for a few moments. "That's not a common name for a werewolf." He commented. Suddenly it came to him and he looked up. "But... I have heard the name Izalia before, though it might not be the same person. She was the illegitimate child of an elven noble from Tanis's kingdom, and the father refused to take responsibility. The the mother and the child Izalia disappeared, which might have been the best course, for they were ostracized immediately after the scandal appeared."

"The one that you are thinking of is... or was the same Izalia." Azrael said walking into the room, his sensitive ears picking up on the conversation. "The mother was a werewolf who had been living in secret among the elves, and Izalia was a half-wolf, but she was brought up with a werewolf pack that lived at the base of what other races know as the Deilhein mountains. I met her when I was a warrior in my former pack... We ran off together and became mates. Izalia is six seasons, three years for in your calender, returned to the Great Mother." He told Talithan.

Talithan gulped and gave Azrael an apologetic look. "I-I am sorry. I shouldn't have pressed that topic. Let us leave that issue away... I beg your forgiveness." He told him.

Azrael smiled and nodded. "Thank you, Angro." He said to Talithan. "I wouldn't want my son to get bad dreams." He sat down by Miluiel and smiled. "Out of curiousity, how far is it from here to your homeland?" He asked Miluiel and Talithan.

Not long after he asked his question, Mazzia burst into the room, clearly in a hurry. "Azrael!" She said panting. She was still in her wolf form, so her fur was pressed down and her tongue was hanging out in exhaustion. Talithan recoiled in surprise at the sudden entrance but calmed at the sight. She, there was an obvious sheness to the werewolf, looked similar to the one who had gentled Duriel earlier, except that this one had not feathers and fewer braids, though he could still make out some beads. Mazzia caught her breath looked to her brother. "Azrael... I need some blankets... and some La'ulica." She said to him.

Azrael sprang up and left the room, returning quickly with the blankets and offering half of the bowl of berries. "What is going on?" He asked.

"Le'aza is giving birth!" She cried taking the things she needed. As the village healer, she was the one who acted as mid-wife. Well, her or one of the Elders, but the healer was the one who did it most.

She ran out muttering a few words of thanks to her brother in their native tongue and Azrael sighed. "That was my sister... she is the lead healer."