Far From Home

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mercianne

Walk | Talk | Think

Of everything she had been expecting, an apology was not there. What had Scipio to apologize for? For her pack being cold blooded and heartless? For her being unable to meet the demands of her pack's leader? For things that were truly outside of his control, and on top of that things he hadn't even known to be true until she had given them voice? "You don't...need to apologize," she cut in quietly, tucking her head a little lower out of embarrassment and shyness at his concern, but he didn't choose to elaborate and instead continued on. Yes, she was very happy with her station inside the Glaciem, more happy than she could ever remember being. And the thought of him possibly joining only filled her with even more happiness. Another friend, another smiling face, to walk past inside the borders. Why should she not be happy at the idea?

But of course, there was still his brother to think about. The smiling expression upon her face dimmed slightly at the mention of the almost forgotten Tucker, the other half to Scipio's small and tattered family. Surely he was out there? Surely Scipio would be able to find him? But out of finding his brother and searching for a pack, the former was immensely more important. Even Mercianne knew that, despite having a brother who could have easily thrown her to the wayside - and had in a sense - if it meant bettering his own station inside their home. But that was changed now. Her family - adopted and yet no less important - was her pack, and it was slowly growing each day with each new face she was introduced to, along with the handful of friends that she had who resided outside the borders which now, she was delighted to note, included Scipio as well. Her tail wagged happily behind her, low and yet excited, as she managed to return his smile, her eyes fixing themselves elsewhere.

They swept back around the dilapidated building and the large pile of hay the golden wolf had stopped before, staring rather curiously at it and wondering how it might do for their sleeping arrangements. Scipio wasted no time in clambering into it, and Merci watched as he found himself a spot and seated himself amid the noisy straws, turning her acknowledge her with a charming smile. She smiled a little herself, lowering her head a little as she obediently stepped into the straw as well - noting its odd prickly condition as she moved - picked a spot, turned once, and then curled tightly upon her side amid the stuff. Lying in it was certainly more comfortable than standing, she was happy to realize, and turning her head toward Scipio she offered a little smile, hoping their sleeping arrangements would do.