“I apologize if I came off as rude,” Garoux mused as he leaned over his elbows onto the desk. “It’s just that your father was a great man and a powerful shifter like our world had never known, and the leadership in our world mourned his loss with such violent roars and wolfsong that the echoes are still bouncing through the mountains. When we learned of your existence, Soleil, it was a great, great joy to the Council, and your mother stood in the way of getting you to your, well, rightful home if I may be so bold.”
