What Will You Say? [Torin]

She’d been mulling over the various possibilities of activities she and Torin could set up between Lirim and Valhalla, and now, as she stood at his border, she hoped he’d be approving of some of them. It was one thing to spar with your own packmates. It was another to fight against a hoard of strangers. And she knew it had been a long time since the Raid from Talis.

She had no doubt Justice would be thrilled if Torin accepted this proposal. She glanced back at the mound of goods strapped to a travois-sled. She’d brought supplies for her sisterpack. Meats she doubted were available in the lands Torin claimed, herbs, a few pelts, and several sheepskins from the animals the grizzly had injured so badly it was kinder to cull the beasts rather than try to save them.

Finally, she howled for her older Cousin, sitting straight as she sought to ignore the growing restlessness every Autumn brought. Once again, she was doused with peppermint at every gland, vying with the scent that came with her birth-season. Four… She was four now. And still no children to love, no mate to stand at her side and grow a kingdom. She coughed under her breath at the thought. Did she really want to grow a kingdom? And empire to sprawl through the west as Ashen had exploded?

… Maybe she did. Quietly, she set the consideration to the side as she waited for her dove grey cousin to arrive.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think