Fendros listened to every word as they shuffled around the stalls. Ahnasha certainly had a very different experience with her parents to Fendros. Sure, he was fated to take over the winery at some point, but he'd just about accepted that fact. And even though he didn't have the highest opinion of his father, at least he seemed to pay attention. Having a father such as Ahnasha's must have been very frustrating for her.

"I see," Fendros replied sympathetically. He stopped by a stall that was selling skewered guar meat that had been heavily marinated and carried a mouth-watering and rich smell. They still had a few of coins, enough for one skewer each. Fendros bought two and handed one to Ahnasha with a smile. Some new thoughts had come into his head that seemed to quieten him as they moved on. Once at a point in the crowd where he believed no one would be paying attention, he slowed his pace and leaned his head to one side, closer to Ahnasha to speak to her. His face was not distressed, but his words carried a small concern. "Now that we're going to be parents, it has me thinking," Fendros paused, twisting his mouth in thought, then switched to a tone that was not likely to be overheard, "Will our child accept the life it is going to be born into? I mean, lycans don't often get to choose, but... it will be born that way."