"What's wrong with him?" Ygrette yells across the room, pushing aside Oberion to get to her son.
"He's fine now my Queen. The dark times had passed" the old woman tried to calm the anxious mother.
"What dark times you speak of hag, what's happening to him!"
Ygrette cradled the lycan's head on her arms as she searched his mother for injuries, all the while the piece of cloth never left his nose. Mother Yaya was put off by the name-calling but she simply shrugged it off as the woman being who she is. "He's not injured, if that's what you are seeking for. At least not yet…"
"What in the goddess are you speaking about, or have old age gotten the better of your mind?"
"My mind is still very much clear your grace. Your son on the other hand…not too much."
"Tell me."
"Your boy, the King has found his other half" the old she-wolf begrudgingly replied.
"And…"