The mother had been doing her daily walk around the borders, the cold still unkind to her body. She hadn't expected to be summoned by anyone and was pleasantly surprised when she heard the voice of her son. Her heart started to beat rapidly inside of her chest, not remembering the last time she had come into contact with her young boy. Not wasting any time with her inner debates, she took off in the direction that her son had called for her, happiness bursting through her veins. It did not take her long, despite the weather conditions, to find where her son was, because he was relatively close to where she had been prior to his calling. Settling her single eye upon her much bigger son, she couldn't help the small smile that crossed her face. Unlike her daughter, Ashton had acquired the trademark Hervok trait with his slanted eyes, and the boy was a spitting image of his uncle, which was fitting for his name.

Approaching her son, in a much more light-hearted mood, Nina happily approached his growing form and lent down to apply a soft lick to his cheek in greeting before taking a seat next to him, assessing his features carefully. He was keeping himself as well fed as any wolf could keep themselves at these times and the mother was happy that he was not starved as she was sure lone wolves were. There was so much that should have been said between the two of them and Nina could think of very little to say. Finally she opened her mouth and very unintelligible words spurred from her mouth, ”I have missed you, my dear Ashton.” She looked down at him then, the love that she had always carried for him shining brightly in her single eye. She had dearly missed him and was hoping that they would have more time to talk.