Ain't Half As Sweet as Rotting Meat

Things had been emotionally fucked for Aslatiel as of late. She had stabbed Indigo through the heart and thus, impaled herself as well. Mojito had basically said that she was good enough to be his friend, but she made him feel bad about himself. With all of the strangeness of having two family members return and forging relationships with others, Asla was an emotional mess. She wanted spring to be here so that she could leave it all behind. There was nothing keeping her from taking the children and leaving now. Nothing but her word.

Naiche needed to know. At the moment, she didn't care if Mojito knew, but Naiche needed to know. The day was late and she had already put the pups to bed. Asla had started a small fire that crackled merrily, keeping away the darkness. Above, the moon was absent from the sky and clouds covered the majority of the stars. It didn't smell like rain, but the air felt a little thick, so there was the possibility of a storm. That was okay. This wouldn't take long.

Aslatiel let out a low howl for the golden wolf. It wasn't an urgent call, just a simple beckoning. When he had a moment, she would be there laid out on a fur by the fire, waiting.

"Aslatiel"