Face The Music

Her tone, and the use of the full name of the Destruction did the trick, if only to get most of the story out of her. However, the pause in the first sentence brought a soft rumble from the Archangel, a warning. However, she heard Varda out. By the end of it, if she could have rubbed her temples, she would have been. Finally, she spoke, her voice carrying heavy disappointment. "YOu have omitted the name of this woman. We have a neighboring pack. She might have been from that pack, in which case, I will need a name, and I have a feeling you know it."

Her mismatched eyes were hard. "I will make it known, here and now, that I am extremely disappointed in you. Not just that you let your hormones and emotions over-rule your intellect, but that you would have so little faith in your friend, Miksa. Do you truly think that he would let himself be taken away? He brought you to this pack." It didn't take a genius to know how deeply Varda felt for Miksa. She wouldn't have been affected so strongly by the thread of him being 'taken away' if it was merely friendship.

"Is it fair to Miksa to have his friends fighting over him? Hurting each other over him? I suggest you be honest with him, and tell you how you really feel, and if he does happen to choose this woman, you had damn well better be the better wolf and accept his decision, as a friend should." Her voice gentled on her next words, though it held no less steel for it. "I know what it is like to love someone, and worry that they might not love me back. Early in my relationship with Falk, a Challnge scattered our pack. My mother fell in that challenge, and initially, my only thought was to get her to a safe place to heal. I lost track of Falk, and when we returned, I was afraid, so afraid that he would have moved on, found someone better, who wouldn't vanish on him. But you know what? I would have accepted it, supported it, even, because I love him."

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