settle down, keep your head down low

Siobhan’s usual enthusiasm was gone, or at least it was not the same as when they’d met at the festival…or when he’d showed up at her borders. An unobservant pup could have chalked it up to the pack being uprooted, but Sandor was not typical and he definitely did not think it was just them moving to a new place. She grinned as she greeted him, stopping next to his head; Sandor cocked his head and tilted it back so that he could peer up at her with a silly grin. She felt the need to be grown up- but he didn’t. Not right now at least.

Her genuine smile shifted to a different one, but he didn’t realize it was forced, just different. When she spoke and her smile faded he sighed softly. He understood where she was coming from; although their circumstances had been drastically different- they’d both had to leave their homes. Sandor would shift, grimacing as he rolled away from her so that he could get to his feet. Gaze turned towards the distant volcano, the looming clouds in the distance the reason they had to leave. “We’ll be able to go back soon enough..I bet it will be even more beautiful than before.” He tried to cheer her up, but he wasn’t sure if he succeeded. The silent thought of ’at least we can go back to this home…’ hit him hard. The exiled prince couldn’t go back to his birth home, he couldn’t go back to his mother.

It didn’t occur to him that she was worried for her pack mates that hadn’t made it to the island yet.


"speak."