Their Best Interest

It was evident from their very first meeting that the cold northern climate didn't agree with Chrystelle. How could one live every day being unable to breathe? Ocean had expressed interest in taking his sister somewhere warmer. Somewhere where the air didn't sting her lungs like a thousand bees. How could Aslatiel deny such a request? She may have been a lot of things, but the young woman couldn't deny the plea of someone in need.

There was a fine line to dance when it came to wolves leaving a pack. Especially when they were leaving one pack and heading to another. Aslatiel could have just taken Ocean and Chrystelle without word and no one would be the wiser, but she decided to be diplomatic. She would speak to the alpha herself. If they didn't show, then at least she'd have made an effort.

The cream and grey fae howled for the leader. Asla hadn't asked Ocean about the wolf that claimed these lands. She wanted her first impression of the wolf to be pure and without outside influence. The way that the wolf approached would tell Aslatiel just how this situation would play out. Seated outside of the border beneath a tall pine, tail curled around one teal striped hip, she waited alone.

"Aslatiel Fatalis"