We'll Go Up In Flames, And Down In History
Pack Meeting
05-14-2021, 06:41 PM
"And same to you," she greeted Ignis with a small smile. She was content to sit back against Song and relax as the rest of the pack filed in, one by one. Though her pregnancy wasn't quite over yet she was beginning to feel a peculiar sense of exhaustion that she longed to leave behind, though she was sure it'd remain until she gave birth to however many children she was carrying. She let out a sigh as Ignis began to speak, letting her attention shift to him and his words. She appreciated his straight-forward approach; he did not apologize for how he'd done things, inviting those who didn't want to be here to take control and challenge him for freedom. Kirsi understood this - sitting by and idly letting life pass you by was a dangerous way to live life. Taking charge was a much better alternative. She listened to the rest of his speech, which mostly centered on needing to work on their ambitions and sustaining themselves, no one else. Another philosophy she agreed with. Though once he was done speaking, introducing his children as well as making public her own pregnancy, Song spoke up.
He voiced a concern she had as well, even if she hadn't fully realized it yet. Her attention was largely focused on the growing weight in her belly and ensuring she was healthy and well her entire pregnancy. But he was right. The north had always been her home, no matter in what lands she'd lived in, and she wouldn't trade that for anything - not for Incendium, not for anyone. These harsh lands would help mold their children into the capable wolves they'd grow to be. Lands too far south would make them soft and incapable, she was sure of it. "And I stand beside Song and his convictions. The north breeds strength and this is where my children will be raised," she added resolutely. Self-preservation was a value she'd always held high above others, even loyalty and respect, and that would not change. It mattered little who ruled, and if they'd taken the position by force than all the better for it.
He voiced a concern she had as well, even if she hadn't fully realized it yet. Her attention was largely focused on the growing weight in her belly and ensuring she was healthy and well her entire pregnancy. But he was right. The north had always been her home, no matter in what lands she'd lived in, and she wouldn't trade that for anything - not for Incendium, not for anyone. These harsh lands would help mold their children into the capable wolves they'd grow to be. Lands too far south would make them soft and incapable, she was sure of it. "And I stand beside Song and his convictions. The north breeds strength and this is where my children will be raised," she added resolutely. Self-preservation was a value she'd always held high above others, even loyalty and respect, and that would not change. It mattered little who ruled, and if they'd taken the position by force than all the better for it.