Make the Best With What You're Given
05-28-2016, 12:46 AM
As she awaited to hear an answer from Avalon, her attention was diverted to Dragon instead, as he spoke up excitedly. She smirked as the young boy exclaimed that his mother had decided upon the North, saying that she should come with them, before anyone else could say something. Her smirk widened, a slight chuckle escaping the woman. "Oh, I'll visit, I promise," she assured the boy, before turning to Avalon as the motherly figure explained exactly where they would be. Esarosa felt her gut clench again - so, the north it was, then? Right in the area she'd met her very first friend, someone she'd held so dear to herself, who now was gone without a trace. She wondered if she'd be able to set paw there without sorrow, but she knew with her new friends she would find a way to cope. As she continued to listen, she was interested to hear that Avalon would be following in her father's footsteps, to create a pack in the very place she'd been born. It was funny, Esarosa had never done anything her father or guardians had told her to do; she had never felt inclined to do what they had done - well, so she thought. Little did she know, she had become just the same traveling tramp her father had been in his youth, and a hunter like the woman who had nursed her as a baby and raised her with her own litter. "Alright, got it," she said with a confirming nod to Avalon, "I will find you in the north! I just have to find my friends... I'll let them know. Maybe they'll want to come with me! I promise, they're great, they won't be a burden to your pack! Thanks Avalon, and Dragon. I'll see you again!" With that said, Esarosa would take off across the sand, her paws kicking up sand as she sped off into the distance. The north was not exactly her favourite place to be, but if that was where Avalon would settle her pack, then she would go there as soon as she'd rounded up the wolves that had become dear to her. |
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