Odin wasn't the smartest wolf in the pack so he missed the significance of supposed to be. The what ifs rarely bothered the young man who much preferred to live in the moment, especially seeing how Wraith's death had knocked him, and for how long. It was better not to dwell on what was or could be, they could only work with what was right in front of them. He didn't mind her sighs, just leaned into her side a little more to remind her he was there for her. When she spoke again he smiled, remembering something a distant aunt had said to him when they turned up on the borders of Torbine, his mother in the early stages of labour, a rag-tag group of strays in tow. "Que sera, sera." Everything had worked out there, it would work out here too. He was sure of it.