Érzelem

The silence stretched on for a while, and both of them considered the events of the caravan, and likely from very different perspectives. Sirius was still trying to work out why she had acted like a spoiled, angry child. She had acted out, she had hid the injury, walking on it, worsening it to the point where even her own patient couldn’t stand to see it any longer. She couldn’t even tell Roan to keep off her injuries if she refused to do the same.

The rumbling sound of thunder accompanied the quiet pair, and the Warlord sighed softly, and considered it. He hoped she had a good reason for her actions, he could not have an adviser that wouldn’t follow her own rules. At the same time, it felt foolish to linger on this, she had been injured, she hadn’t attended it appropriately, he had ordered otherwise, and moved on. If she was angry at him for it, she would have to learn to live with that. He was Alpha, and it wasn’t his job to be loved. He would see to the safety of his pack, even at the detriment of their affection. Perhaps he had been wrong to grant Io such a high ranking position so early on in knowing her, if she had had a chance to work her way up to it, perhaps she would not have felt so vulnerable as to not show her injury in their long journey to the pack.

There was a chill to the wind that rolled in off the coming storm, it ruffled his coat, and made the warmth of the fire on his other side all that more comforting. He wondered how long they would have before the rain set in. He considered the rain, he considered the silence. He said nothing. He simply let the thoughts roll through his mind across the silence that stretched between them. If she wished to talk about what happened to her brother, she could. If she wished to explain herself to her Alpha, about why a high ranking wolf acted out, this would also be her chance to do so.