A Simple Thank You

. . .

Her expression almost faltered when Bane came in with his question. Sure she might have been presenting a certain side, but she wasn't lying. Everything she said she meant. Her eyes glanced over sharply at the interruption, but she didn't let it break her train of thought. She hoped the mutt appreciated what she was doing. If he got this fae here, and promised himself to her, then he was off limits to Silverback. In helping him towards the life and family he wanted, she was denying her own wants - no easy feat for any creature, especially a cat.

And it seemed to be working. The siren's words were heard by the fae, and, after a thoughtful moment, she spoke to Bane. Silverback's keen eyes picked up the words easily enough - especially considering how well sound travels around water - but the success was bittersweet. Her wolf had his chance, and so long as he wasn't an idiot, he couldn't screw it up now. There was no point in sticking around any longer. She'd only make the she-wolf uncomfortable, and the he-wolf tempted to say something further. Besides, she wasn't supposed to be seen by this pack right? Not after that business with the dead pup. Best if she got out of the limelight now.

For the visible part, she kept an uneffected silence. As far as any bystander could guess - she was just a random passerby. Another predator who was vain and nosey enough to put in their opinion on someone else's matters, but just wise enough to make it worth hearing. She was done now, though, and she'd leave them. "Who am I?" she repeated to herself with a tsk, "I'm no one." The words were given as she unfolded herself from her laying position and hopped off soundlessly into another tree. She was out of sight in moments, but the wolves would be left to wonder whether or not she had really exited the scene. Perhaps she had said her piece and left them alone, or perhaps she was just seeking out a new stalking post. Silverback didn't intend to go back unless she heard raised voices. With the way the old knarled trees were tangled together here, it was an easy feat to use them as a walkway - right up to the foothills of the mountains. Once there she was on her own turf and she was able to find herself another nice little perch where her coat blended seemlessly with the shadows on the grey stone. She wasn't too far away, though. She could see see the gleaming expanse of lake just below her - and there were gaps in the canopy where she could see the ground. She wasn't that interested though.

She'd done her part. She'd put in her two cents to help the two possible love-birds together and lost herself a lover in the bargain. Again she rolled onto her back. She stared at the overhang of rock and sighed, gravely. "Dash it all. It's what I get for being such a nice person."

--EXIT--

(maybe)