Paths Meant to Cross

(ooc: sorry it took so long to reply - Crusade muse a bit low)

Crusade's admission was greeted with an immediate spark of recognition. But it was happy recognition, even accompanied by a wag of the tail. She said she was a Starlite, and yet her first reaction was pleasant. She went on to explain her attitude ? glancing over a few words the period of Crusade?s life that had broken her heart like none other. The lounging she-wolf did her best not to grimance at the memory. Even the mention of Cairo ? it only added to the mixed feelings. She looked at this fae, so appreciative of the alpha. Maybe it was something in the words, but Crusade realized with a tinge of surprise that this she-wolf adored him. That look in her eyes? Crusade had had that for Cairo once.

Once.

A long time ago.

Now she didn't know what she felt for the male and frankly she didn't want to. She was glad to have the subject moving along from praise-singing for Cairo, until she heard the next name mentioned. Asheni... Crusade's ears tipped back ever so slightly. "You knew Asheni when she was in Valhalla-er-Starlite?" That seemed aages go. And it was! That was just around the time Crusade and her mother were ambushed by the white rogues and she was dragged off to the far north. The two self-proclaimed sisters learned what imprisonment under foreign wolves was like at the same time - but two very different breeds of wolves. From what Crusade learned later, Asheni's time had been a bit frightful at first, but in time she'd adjusted and even made friends there. Of course she had, that wolf would try to make friends with a wild boar. It was a memory to touch Crusade's heart. She wanted to hear of her friend, from someone who could remember those things without the recent taint of saddness.