"Can't I? Isn't it thanks to my roots that your protection was stronger in my children? Your presence here today, I can tell it is also thanks to it… the least you can do is grant me this wish. Or are you that ungrateful a deity?"
— Khkhkh… alright… if he goes maybe my meal will be ready sooner. One from the lands of Oregor… your nature might serve my fangs some fun. —
"Take my horse, Zeleskiaz! He was easy to convince, hahaha!"
— Your child likes to bark back but he's no fun, Ingrid… menacing him wasn't a challenge, grahaha… —
"He grew far from where Oregor and I are, cut him some slack!!"
Doubting his own eyes, Zeleskiaz did as told without hoping to fight those suddenly getting along. The elegant mother now also seemed deadly, a matter he recognised as a son but not as a warrior until now…
'Even Fenrir is easily convinced by her… what in the world is wrong with my Mother?'
