Raschen could not help but immediately place himself infront of Taryn, between she and his mother.He would be her shield if need be. He had so very rarely spoken out of turn against the priestess but this was one of the few occasions where it could not be helped. He took a long breath and smoothed back his braids before meeting the swirling bloody pools of his mother's eyes with the still soft yet determined emerald gaze he'd inherited from his father.<br/><br/>"Mother..." he began. in this instance her title as priestess held no meaning. he needed to speak to his mother, not the priestess of the Kuguar. "It is true...Taryn....Taryn and I are mates...we are bound together by the battlefield and the life our love has created within her...I wanted to speak to you of this privately when you and I could be alone but the opportunity no longer exists I see.." he muttered as he cut a steely glare at his smirking brother.<br/><br/>His gaze wandered back to his mother. he could almost feel the seething rage that pulsated within her. He could not bear to give her a clear line of sight to Taryn. it could spell doom for her and the little ones.<br/><br/>"mother...the time of warring clans is at its end...that fang rested on your altar is a symbol that our kinds can so easily live and work together...and love one another the same as we would our own. Whether or not our relationship is sin in your eyes does not change that within her rests your first and only grandchildren and my first little ones to speak of...will you steal fatherhood from me?...motherhood from Taryn? heirs from the tribe?..." he hoped he had reached the turbulent female's heart as he knew he would not stand but a momenta chance against his mother should her rage be enough to attack her eldest son.<br/><br/>"I only hope you could accept your coming grandchildren...