She stands with Shaye, tall even in her smallness, neutral, ears pulled slightly back as she watches Tyranis. He appears much older than he had the last time she'd seen him, like the two weeks have drained every ounce of life from him. He looks injured. He looks defeated.
Meanwhile, Leera has created a new life for herself and the children in Abaven. Despite her initial begrudgement, the pack has offered an abundance of things for her do to, and she has offered her paw in everything from crafting to hunting. During this time, Shaye and her companions have been especially friendly, and the pups don't seem to mind their displacement much anymore. "Lightening King," she mulls eventually, when the air becomes quiet. Her voice is low, sultry, strong, like she's been waiting for this. Her eyes lie on him, her tail flicks wordlessly. "Have you nothing to say?"Or have you lost yourself...
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Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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