bittersweet memories

So he remembered her as well. The silver and black marked timber smiled lightly at his answer, haunches settling upon the frozen ground as he spoke further, asking how she had been and offering his hopes. What could she say? The time that had transpired between the first meeting and the next had been full of highs and lows, but she was on the other side, her family back in one piece with Faite's return, Falk's return, and her children grown enough to make their own decisions in life. The Plains were free of both Arcanum and now Hellstrom, and she was almopst ready to claim them.

"I've been well enough. My children are all older than a year now, so I can really focus on setting up my pack. And... No. My mate will not be the King. He was blinded a while back, and would be unable to fight for the pack in a challenge if I were unable to..." The regret in her voice was audible. She knew Falk might be slightly upset at learning this, at first, but in the long run, he would understand. After all, he would have the place of Consort; and no other wolf would hold that place.

Her head was still held high, though in a relaxed manner as she regarded him, taking in his frame and wondering if he'd been doing a better job of feeding himself since that frosty morning. "And how have you been keeping yourself?"

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