goodbye my friends

Ah, so her mate wanted to live elsewhere. So she was leaving for love - something that she could understand herself. Yet the second statement hit her strangely - disputes between members were not something that should chase said members away. A part of her wanted to solve the problem, to fix things between she and the little white warriess that her brother seemed to be so fond of. But with Morgan leaving, it seemed to be something that she couldn't do anything about - it would be placed in the past. "I only want you happy Morgan, I want that for everyone here. If you love being here, then why don't you stay? I want to protect you as you wish to protect this pack - loyalty like what you have is indispensable." Morgan was older, perhaps even more experienced a lupine, but Chrysanthe was her alpha and she wanted more than anything to provide a place where she could feel safe. She wasn't replaceable, no member that loved Valhalla as she did was. Her leaving would be a loss - but if that was what she truly wanted...

"Why would you staying cause so much harm to Valhalla?" Did something happen? For her to sneak off into the night like this, for her to feel so strongly for the pack that she was leaving behind, it seemed like something had gone wrong. What it was though? She had no idea how to place a paw on it. "You can trust me. I... will not hold you here against your will, Morgan. I will also not forget you, despite you no longer living on Valhallan grounds. Should you ever need anything, you can come to me." She didn't turn her back on those that loved this pack. There was a difference between being a deserter, bailing when things were unstable - running at the first signs of disarray - and moving on because it's what you truly felt you should do. One was based on cowardice, the other on a seemingly subtle inner strength. "Did you hurt someone Morgan?" She paused, looking the warriess over. "Did someone hurt you?"