lost at sea

She was almost overwhelmed by her father's description of her new family, but there was joy building in Claire's thoughts. All of her listlesness was gone, drowned in sheer joy. She had an aunt, an uncle, cousins. "I want to meet them all!" Claire breathed, tail wagging in the air behind her. Maybe, just maybe, she would find all the family she needed in Valhalla. Even a mate. She was getting older, after all. And yet, Claire couldn't bring herself to worry about that. She was simply over the moon that she had finally met the wolf that was her father.

There was just the slightest hint of anxiety to her voice when Claire looked at her father, "Oh, I hope so." If the Alpha was her cousin, surely she would be slightly more inclined to hope Claire, but the female was still nervous. Family meant a lot to her, but that didn't mean the same was true of everyone. After all, apparently she had cousins who had simply cleared out. Maybe they didn't value family as much as she did. But panicking wasn't going to do anything. Claire forced herself to take a deep breath, to begin to calm down, and by the time Cormalin offered that they go home (and oh, how right those words sounded), she was breathing easily again.

The female felt her tail wag joyously behind her, "I'd love to!" Leaping up to pad beside her father, walking so close to him that their pelts brushed, Claire basked in the presence of the larger, older male. Would she ever get used to this? She hoped not. She hoped that she valued it forever.

--exit claire ! --



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