He sighed again, holding up his hands in exasperated surrender. "Sorry, I was never informed. That is not what you named him?"

He detected her movement, like she was coiled to flee at any second. He frowned, knowing he was about to lose her again. What words could he say to convince her that she did not need to push him away? In more than two decades he still did not have the answer to that. Ziio was not like others... not like the sheep so easy to control. Of course, that was part of why he had loved her.