Daytripping
07-01-2013, 06:01 PM
~*~ Crusade read the hesitance in the King's features and more importantly in his words, and though such things would slightly offend any wolf, she couldn't think badly of him for it. He was just being realistic. After all, most wolves at her age would either be in an elder's den or in their graves. What could she say? Healthy living and dog genes. Today was one of those days when she felt close to her old self. She'd just traveled across country after all, but apparently it was Gerhardt's duty to rein her in. Despite her usual ability to shrug things off, she felt the presence of a gloomy cloud over her head as she resigned herself to the more domestic tasks of motherhood. Speaking of which, she ought to get a twenty on that boy of hers. His stalking had taken him rather effectively out of her sight. She was just about to walk closer and call, when Gerhardt voiced his thoughts, carrying on with what he'd said before. He was offering an explanation of his reluctance to act. Though the male's brow seemed heavy, Crusade's shoulders softened as she heard the words. 'Heavy lies the crown, and heaviest on those looking down'. He cared about his pack. For all of the male's strength of bearing and character, he had a softness to him. Crusade could speak from experience to say that such things were a blessing and a curse. It made the male more prone to be troubled by the stubbornness of his packmates or the trouble that came with putting them in danger. Though the iron in her own soul wouldn't let her forget that too much of such a turn was impractical, she found it endearing. It was something that Crusade admired of the male- in his case, power didn't corrupt. But that was the end of the introspective studies. The next moment, Gerhardt's eagle was winging in, warning of the very beast they'd been talking about. He was here! And near to her son! "Cross!" Crusade's fangs flashed out as she snapped. "Get your butt back here!" She was quiet only just long enough to hear Gerhardt's howl go echoing out through the Seracian countryside. She knew it well. The announce of a hunt. The call to arms. It sent a thrill through her spine, that for so long had been only a memory. That combined with the alert ringing from her mother's instincts, was enough to kick her old adrenal glands back into action. She could see Cross through the trees - he'd at least started walking back, albeit ploddingly. And now Crusade was thinking it might be better if she didn't break cover. This was Gerhardt's place to make calls and lead things. She was only there to help - and that only if it'd be allowed. Promptly came the first of the Seracian warriors to answer their King's call. This sable pelted one certainly looked able enough, and Crusade appreciated his manners. She dipped her head in return, her one eye blinking and then flicking back to the king. "Are you sure about this?" he asked. Again, Crusade knew that he was coming from a good, concerned place, but dang flang it, this time she couldn't contain herself. "With all due respect your highness, - I was cutting throats before your parents started pickin' out baby names." IS THE ONLY HOPE YOU'VE EVER KNOWN |
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