you should be sad

"Me too," she groaned. Would Winterfell keep their word? Theo had thought once that Acere was an honorable man, but she couldn't get the sour taste out of her mouth. He should have represented himself and his poor decisions in person, not send a third party ambassador. The mistake that he had made required a personal touch. His hands-off attitude didn't sit well with her. Although she could have spent more time rationalizing the how and why of it all, she couldn't shake the initial burn of it all. Who would barter their entire pack on behalf of a lone, semi-stranger? It seemed against the entire moral policy of Winterfell. A pack of noble, fiercely independent warriors? They'd become cowardly sell-swords.

Training and preparing. Training and preparing. It was all she seemed to do, and she never felt prepared. Life was funny like that. Theory cocked an eyebrow as Thalia mentioned the pack was moving. "Closer might be nice," she said carefully. An Abraxas pack was on the mainland now. That would certainly shake things up. "How else have things been changing?" Who was in control now? What could she expect? As much as Theory wanted to push these thoughts out of her head, she couldn't ignore her position as a leader. Maybe Thalia could tell her a little bit more about what she might be up against. Not that was up against anything, really. They weren't a threat. Yet. She slowly lowered herself to the ground, placing her head on her paws and looking up at Thalia with wide blue eyes. This was just a polite conversation between friends.