smokescreen [samael]
Winter had drawn the family to the north once more. More or less, the phantom was trailing along after her children. Spring would be here soon, and she would be another year older. Their father was still so young, and they would have many years with him. What about herself, though? How many years did this body of hers have left? Charcoal paws trudged through the snow, mercury gaze downcast. Would Olya care for them? Or would she leave once her tutelage was complete, and return to the motherland? So many thoughts roamed and rattled in her skull. Not many of them were entirely positive. Gods above, there was such work to be done. Relations with Samael needed bolstering, and failing that, one of his elder children. They could keep an eye on her daughters, yes? Perhaps Olya could be bargained with, to serve as a guiding figure for them. In her youth, there had been an immense, well known pack in this pine forest. What had become of it was a mystery. Further proof that all things eventually fell, no matter their power and might. She thought of her family, and whether they would be toppled in time. She prayed that they never knew a life without one another. Leaning her left shoulder against the sturdy trunk of a pine, she stared blankly at the snow. It fell in fat flakes all around, nearly whiting out the surroundings. It didn't matter, she knew where she was going, and where she needed to be.
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