Azra considered himself to be a bit of an acquired taste, but maybe her dad was different. If the girl's mannerisms were any hint he was possibly a bit of a grump. The Donata's own father had been... well he was smart and good, and very brave. Those were the sorts of things Azra remembered. The former lord of the Bend was probably an easy wolf to get along with, right?
But Mom and Dad had fought sometimes. Things were tense between him and he had never really known why. Deep down he could tell they still loved each other—each day they chose family and they chose to be together—and they loved his siblings. When they thought he wasn't listening they would whisper a lot.
Wasn't everyone an acquired taste, then?
Gulping to ignore the sexual hint, he stammered, "Really? Huh! I got a lot of Tainns on one side of my family. My grandma on my dad's side, Corinna, she was the mom of a lotta the Tainns. Then her mate died or something and she uhhh. Ended up with my grandpa over here. I think they left the west side because there was just so much Tainn history they wanted to make their own." Old packs he didn't know, but his ancestry he could not possibly forget.
"Not that l think there's too much of you guys, Tainns. I just always felt a bit overshadowed being like. Related but not. Is that weird?"