"Yes, you have," Pride agreed mildly as James spoke--to the mention of having spoken of Aristotle before. "May I ask," he went on, as James finished, "if you ever brouught Ari to meet Mercurius?" He knew he'd mentioned it, suggested it; every time James spoke of him, it reminded him of his own close friend.
"So, a powerful magic user, hm? I'm happy to help with whatever learning I can, of course, and you're welcome to stay here, Comet. There's homes off in the ruins for the taking, though some may need cleaning up; James has one out there, I believe, and could show you around if he hasn't-?" A questioning look, cast James' way; perhaps he'd already given her the tour.
'Well, um, so far I know that they are protectors, and they help defend against bad things.' Pride hid entirely how badly this tore at him. They did, certainly they did; or rather, they had. And the other white wolf, the one that Comet obliviously, brilliantly resembled, the one who'd looked exactly like her, but older, had been one of them. And he was dead, now; and would Pride lead this one down a similar path? Not that he blamed himself for Fireheart's death, but it had happened, and he feared the omens that this cub's arrival wrought. "We will be very careful training you, yes?" he offered, after a moment, kindly.
"So, would you like to join us? As I've mentioned there aren't many; but perhaps you can show me what you know, or tell me of it, if you prefer?"