you should be sad

Wanting to rule, as simple as it sounded, was an important part of taking charge. She could see Shaye's resolve waver towards the end when her mentor had simply wanted to give in. The proud old woman had lost the desire to rule. It asked so much of you and occupied so much of your brain. Theory couldn't separate herself from the pack any longer. They had become a symbiotic creature that had meshed together so closely that they were no longer able to separate themselves. Abaven had become part of her brain, part of her heart, part of her lungs... she lived it. She loved it. She breathed it. Theo smiled encouragingly as Thalia continued to speak. It felt good to have the younger wolf open up to her, bit by bit.

"Future generations..." Theo mused, staring up at the sky from where she laid next to Thalia. The sun had begun to set and a chill nipped at the air. Clouds moved across the sky, headed out towards the coast. They couldn't stop the passage of time or the change of the seasons. Acts of god (or God) like the eruption may seem to disrupt the flow of it, but that wasn't the case at all. Time marched on, unwavering. "Do you want children, then?" she asked boldly. Theory hadn't given much thought to that at all, but Thalia's comment about future generations had her thinking. Wasn't the point of many religions to proselytize? Children made the best converts of all, she thought. You could mold them. It was a little unsettling. "I am motivated to protect my family and pack... and provide shelter to those who need it," she said softly. Abaven had become a beacon for the lost and weary. She liked that reputation - they were the safe harbor in a torrential rainstorm. Boreas needed that.