The strength of the pack
01-26-2019, 10:30 AM
Vail snuggled closely to Solor in their warm den, being a such a sensory oriented wolf winter was the hardest for her. The cold clung to her, she hated the way the snow covered her fur and how cold her frozen paws liked to get. She might have lingered there all day enjoying her time with Solor, maybe partake in a little more baby making. Vail was well into her season at this point and they still hadn’t managed to get pregnant. She might have started to get worried, but she was enjoying herself too much at that point. She snuggled deeper into Solor’s dark fur as the sound of her sister and Rhyme’s voices reached her. She still hadn’t quite forgiven Rhyme yet, but she was becoming a bit more suspicious. Her nieces were obviously his, Shaye hadn’t admitted to being with anyone else. The question was if he’d made things right with Shaye. She had hated seeing her so upset that day. Vail grumbled softly as she nudged Solor. They needed to get the meeting, though she didn’t really want to go out into the snow. She wondered absently as she got to her feet who would be watching all of the babies. She pushed the thought from her mind as she stretched languidly and forced herself from the den. Vail waited for Solor to appear and she’d walk with him to where the meeting would take place. With her easy pace she came to sit close to where Rhyme and Shaye stood on their perch. She gave her sister a smile, but turned away as she got to Rhyme. |
