Stoking the Embers

*Resin* · (This post was last modified: 11-28-2020, 03:05 AM by Resin.)

Resin

Patrolling never ended. Meeting new visitors never ended. Diplomatic encounters never ended. Was it all part of being mashed in the middle of a pack hot bed? When she'd chosen this place, there was a bit more space. Now, everywhere you turned there was a border that couldn't be crossed. Resin didn't like it. She didn't particularly care for the young alpha of Hibari. There was something sneaky about the girl that was likely to breed conflict. Really, Resin simply wanted to be left alone. She would care for those beneath her and the rest would fend for themselves. She'd already made up her mind that The Hallows would move come spring. The pups would be strong enough to walk some of the way. She just had to get Tamsyn on board.

During a rare bit of down time, the ashen fae made her way back towards the den that she'd painstakingly built. That would obviously have to be left behind. Perhaps she would collapse the den before she left simply so another couldn't benefit from the hard work that she'd put in. It would be a little petty, but this was her family's home. It didn't feel right to allow another to live within it.

As she neared the den, the woman's single golden eye rested upon the form of Artorias. The boy looked as though he was searching for something and there was a serious expression on his face. This was nothing new, considering the boy was the most serious out of the bunch. Save for Grimshaw, maybe. Moving forward, the maned fae towered over the boy that she called son. "Artorias," she greeted in her typical growling tones. The woman's brow arched in a silent question. What was he doing?

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