I'm sorry that I need you so

Perhaps she would wait for this old woman to die, before she moved the pack away from its home. Maybe that would be enough, by then she would no longer be in a place to care. There would be no flowers upon her grave, but the pack would be alive and strong under Theorys rule. What more could she ask for?

She drew the younger woman close, holding her tight as the both of them weeped for loss. She wished Theory did not understand this pain, she did not want the young girl to rise to old age knowing regrets, and to miss so many wolves she had once known. "I gave my life and vitility to this pack. Now all I wish in my old age, is to be home, to be near my sister. To hope the spirits of our parents will find us there." She sighed softly, burying herself in Theorys coat. "You will always have a home in my den, wherever I might be." She said quietly, knowing they both spoke of her death.