phoenix from flame

Tornadic didn’t show how the loss of his pack affected him really. He managed to brush off her offer and remind her that he wasn’t an heir, but had always been tasked with making his own pack. ”I didn’t forget,” she promised while shifting herself. Poem lowered herself to the ground, her blue and lavender gaze on her toes as she spread them through the green dewy grass. Edgar hopped closer, his agile beak grooming the fur of her neck to try and soothe his mistress.

She turned her features back towards him, sue that the moisture in her eyes was invisible under the moonlight. ”All of Boreas and Auster will know your name, and fear crossing the pack you raise.” She knew he couldn’t be completely okay with losing Erovare, and wanted mostly to encourage him with her support. With effort she gave him a smile, but wasn’t sure if she had any more pep talk in her for the night. Her heart hurt.

The pain in her chest spread through her arms and stomach, every time she tried to think about the fire or Noir. Poem returned her gaze to her icy paws and she sighed softly. Edgar hopped onto her shoulders, offering another loving touch before turning his piercing eyes to Tornadic. Poem wasn't herself, and the raven was sure the boy wasn’t helping her any.