My bloody valentine
It seemed everybody knew about Threar and the mere memory it now was. Word must have travelled far and wide across the continent. For a moment she wondered how a loner could have obtained such information, though she soon realised that she must have encountered Miksa at some point in time. That or she found other former Threar wolves, though if that was the case she would have told her by now. It didn't matter so much anymore. In fact, she tried not to think about it. Sometimes she feared recalling the memories would return the depression and overwhelmed her, but she also wanted to remember her family and keep the pack alive inside her head.
She watched the other woman lower her head to lap at the water, pausing mid-drink to echo the new pack's name, confusion evident upon her ebony features. Of course the name wouldn't be familiar, for it had just recently formed. Had Miksa not informed her about it? Well, that was if they had recently seen each other, and it strangely felt like they had. "Yes, it is," she replied with a small smile creeping to her expression. "It was formed not long ago." She found it best not to give too much information away...just to be on the safe side. Perhaps she would be interested in joining, and if so, she'd be willing to exchange as much knowledge of the pack she knew. It wasn't much, however; the pack still felt foreign to her, though hopefully not for long. |
