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Crusade

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06-26-2013, 12:31 PM



I met an old man,

dying on a train,

No more destination, No more pain

He said, "One thing before I graduate:"

~*~



The battlefeild at six months? It was enough to make the old she-wolf's eyes bulged. A heart-attack in the making right there. But Crusade had liked Maverick. The boy had respect and bravery and a polite turn. Even Gargoyle had approved of him. And as for Insomnia - well Crusade could've mistaken her for the boy's long lost mother. She grinned at the mention of her pack mate.

"A powerful alliance," murmured the she-wolf, who had a turn for all things diplomatic. "and all the more powerful for it being a bond a love." Arranged marriages were touchy things. Crusade had traveled quite a bit in her time and she'd seen plenty of them among the higher ups of packs. Sometimes they worked out beautifully and the two fell in love with time, but other times the two never stuck and the wolves were left living lives with a 'second-half' that they preferred to ignore even existed. Maverick deserved a good mate, and Crusade was happy to hear about it. "You must be so proud," she murmured. And then she grew quiet, thinking.

What were the chances of her living to see one of her own pups choose a mate?

She frisked her tail about, dismissing the thought. She'd had years enough and she didn't want to start worrying about how many were left. Besides, there was always Maka, and Keki too, perhaps they'd find someone. Glaciem had an abundance of beautiful young huntresses. They needed some more males.

The news of Valkos was not quite so joyous, but sensing Gerhardt's discomfort, she spoke up. "That's the thing about pups, they grow up, become their own characters. I myself couldn't wait to get out into the world. Left before I was even two. And I... turned out alright." She coughed and added quickly, "Depending on how you define the word."

All and all Gerhardt's family seemed to be doing just fine. But now Crusade's thoughts were tempted to turn to Valhalla... Gerhardt had always reminded her of another certain Alpha - or rather what that Alpha could've been.... Crusade couldn't help but wonder... how was Cairo doing?

Would it be too crazy to stop off in Vallhalla on the return journey home?

Ack! She was going senile! Crusade came out of her thoughts to see her son charging up towards a herd of cows. Her ears pinned back slightly. "Be careful, Cross," she called. She caught the look that Gerhardt gave Robin. Her warrior's senses might not have been as sharp as they once were, but they were still too strong for her to let it go. "Is something the matter, Gerhardt?"



~*~
"Never let your Fear decide your Fate"