Breaking Ways

She could see the warring emotions in his big blue eyes, but her expression didn't change. His first question was whether or not she had spoken with Iolaire. That was a little amusing. "No. I don't need to." Her daughter would understand her choice. Resin had come here at her behest. Besides, choosing to claim a nearby land, they could visit one another whenever they wished it.

Resin had hoped that he wouldn't be pig headed, but there it was. What did she intend to do to earn her freedom? The older woman gave the fanged brutes paw a pat with her own. "I intend for you to give it to me." She had beaten him in battle so she had proved that it could be done. Doing so again would not only be moot, but it would harden her against him. "I will not be extending the Armada. You are the Armada. I am not." She shrugged. "That's not to say that all in this pack won't be welcome there any time they wish. Our ideas of packs are simply on two opposite sides of the spectrum." She would break from war and create a place of healing. They could be openly affiliated if that was what he needed to hear, but she would not call herself or her pack a part of the Armada. If it had been her intent to simply be an arm of the Armada, there would have been no point in leaving.