What If There Were No Heavens?

Glaciers words were taken in. He proved his neutrality with the words he gave her, giving insight to both sides of the stone. She held none of what he said against him, even when he asked if she had tried speaking to Sin. Indeed, he offered to negotiate terms. He did voice a question, one that she had already asked herself; if Sin had been open to negotiation, why had he not merely bided his time and raised his standard in such a way that wouldn’t have had at least one powerful pack at his throat? She had smelled the pups in his pack. Even caught the scent of one having crossed into the Estuary. Her own daughter’s scent had been there too. Something she meant to talk to Baine about. It had been before the family meeting that Surreal had held, so Baine wouldn’t be in trouble for it.

Even after Glacier posed his question as to the nature of her assistance sought from Abaven, she was quiet, mulling over what he had offered her mind to think over. She hadn’t approached Sin because she had heard enough from Arian about him to know that any ‘negotiations’ he might offer would possibly have some price tacked on; not only that, she doubted any talk would dissolve into a fight. She’d had enough of being displaced from her home. And if Sin had ever been open to negotiating, why the hell had he not approached her first? Finally she lifted her head, tipping it slightly. “I went to offer my services, whichever they might be, should he decide to siege, and he sounded willing. In return, I would have his allegiance when Celestial is raised. I have smelled Sin before. He has old blood on him. What does that tell you? His scent made my stomach turn, and my gut says not to trust him with anything. He had been on the plains before he ever challenged for Threar. Plenty of time to smell each and every one of us, including my two youngest, who were still pups at the time I first smelled him.. And yet he still chose to displace a family.”

Her voice held no anger to be directed at Glacier. Merely calm conversation. “I know to trust my gut and my instincts, and they all say he is a threat. My niece, Arian, is afraid of him, and she has even moved her pack away, into this region, when she had just moved in next to the plains from the north.” She shook her head slowly. “Either way, I doubt it will make much difference. Hellstrom was doomed the moment he sang his challenge. Threar has - or had - connections to powerful packs. Abaven at the very least. Whatever happens to his pack in the future, near or far, will be on his head.” She stated smoothly, shifting her weight to settle further back on her haunches, taking most of her weight from her front paws, seeking to alleviate the soreness.

Her mismatched gaze flicked to Gale as well, a gentle offer to hear the lavender brushed grey lady’s thoughts if she wished to give any.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think