Friendly Faces

There was a part of her heart that was raving with joy, and yet, there was another, that felt a tad bit guilty. Borealis was her pack, yes, but, in a sense, it wasn't. Cypress was a man who had let his hope leave him. He no longer wished to lead, no longer wished to carry on the legacy his wife had tried to build. They had been targeted it seemed, and, in the end, that seemed to break their former leader. Marina could still remember the fight, or what she had caught of it, and she felt horrid for seeing the woman fall in such a way. It was bloody... violent... and not at all pretty. There was no peace in that death, but perhaps the afterlife was kinder.

Marina was patrolling her borders that fine winter morning. Spring was getting close, and with it would come Cypress' retirement. He seemed to be hesitant about going after Sin now, mainly because of what his children had wanted. He was a good father, a good man, and Marina felt horrid that she was taking away his life. Sure he may not have wanted it... but was it right to receive it from him? It felt almost like her new life was handed to her on a silver platter.

Well, perhaps it had.

Marina had even chosen her heir, not that she was in any hurry to pass on the pack as Cypress was. Yet she wanted to be prepared. Wanted the future of Borealis to be secure. The femme would breathe in the crisp air, taking the time to glance around her home. This is where her babies had been born. Where she and Nako had met. She missed the male, hoping that all was well with him. Though they were not mates, they were a father and mother pair. It was something she appreciated deeply. Their children were, in her eyes, absolutely perfect.

Marina definitely knew she had to count her blessings. But as she patrolled the borders, she would consider the scent that lingered on them. Just on the other side, rather, was another pack. The scent was one she recognized as well. It had been... quite some time since she'd seen the owner of that scent. The femme would pause, furrowing her brow in thought.

Perhaps it was time to meet again. Throwing her head back Marina would let out her song, calling the man; Voltage.

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