Old Friends Stick Together

Creed's answer was taken in with interest, her mismatched blue and gold gaze turning to lock with his blue-green eyes as he spoke. His answer was satisfactory to her; she had been thinking along those lines. "And what if the siege, if it comes, is successful, I get Celestial running, and Sin tries to revive Hellstrom?" Unless the Hellstrom, formerly Armadan, alpha made any fresh mistakes, she had little reason to siege against him if he did revive his ill fated pack. The Plains would be under her control, hopefully by that time. And if he were to try to take the same route he had taken by challenging for a pack instead of putting true effort into putting it all together and bringing it to life as she was doing, and he turned his eyes to her, she would meet him on the field of battle without hesitation.

But that was all in the future, and things could change. So for the time being, she would seek Creed's voice among those of the others in suggestions for what they felt should be done. "What path are you considering in Celestial, once the dream is a reality, by the way?" It was a question she had been meaning to ask, now that she knew he was staying for sure. Warrior, she though, or hunter. Maybe even a messenger. Or, perhaps he would want a higher calling. So she looked into his eyes, waiting to see what he thought.

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