adjustments to be made

Her brother seemed amused by her pointing out that he'd done this to himself. Well, as long as he didn't start crying hysterically, that was fine with her. He later admitted that he was a little bit strange, and a little bit scary. She snorted, rolling her eyes. He may be king, but he was still her clueless little brother. "You say this like it was supposed to be any different." She retorted, grinning. If they still had parents, they would have been the first to tell him not to expect any less. However, it was left to them to figure it out on their own. "I'm glad you're happy, though I wouldn't have expected you to do this in a millennia. I thought we'd be loners forever, just our band of misfits until death knocked on our doors." She sighed, gazing at the clouds overhead. She had yet to decide if that would be favourable. She did like the ability to roam, though not knowing where she'd be sleeping that night was a constant concern.

"But now look at us, taking care of a bunch of other wolves like we actually give a shit." She snorted, thumping him lightly in the side. Sure, it wasn't her ideal role, but she was with Mithras until the end, and Faria was her sister by now. Leaving them behind to pursue a life of adventure simply wouldn't be as entertaining. Not to mention they might add to their new family if she left them alone again. Silence would fall again, and she would listen to the rise and fall of her brother's breath. It brought her back to when they were young, and she would fall asleep at night surrounded by all those warm bodies, with their breathing coaxing her into the nights rest.