Ain't Half As Sweet as Rotting Meat

Naiche's words sounded and Asla scoffed lightly. Of course he would have something to say. He was Arc's father and he could have an opinion, but Asla was the primary caregiver. She was the one that spent the most time with them. She would argue the fact that she loved them more. Arc and Tira were her soul. A soul that she hadn't known she'd been missing.

As the golden man expressed his concerns based on his past, Asla could understand why he was so nervous about them leaving. Horrible things had happened to him. Of course he would be hesitant. His mother and his grandfather though... she wasn't them. There wasn't a wolf alive that was more determined than Aslatiel. She placed a grey and white paw on one of his larger golden paws. "That's why we need to go. They need to learn to defend themselves. A pack isn't everything." The fawn colored fae shook her head. "We won't be alone either. I have two friends that are coming with us. They're staying at my tree in the Soulless Forest." Friends... lovers... whatever.

Naiche's last question brought Asla's brow furrowing. It was a loaded question. "Everything is different. The golden children have returned and I'm forgotten again. I can't be happy here. I won't be used and thrown aside when the "boys" come home." Naiche had been here through the whole thing. Couldn't he see what had happened? "When my father lost his mind, I was here to pick up the pieces. I held the pack together. I hunted. I filled the stores. I protected our borders. I ran the Armada while he was off galivanting around because he couldn't control himself." Asla rose and began pacing back and forth. This was obviously a sore spot for the woman. "I never received one thank you. And now that his precious heirs are back, I'm swept under the rug again." A low growl ripped from her. "Did you know that my own fucking mother hasn't even tried to speak to me since she's returned?"

"I can't stay here, Naiche. I'm only staying until spring because Sirius asked me to, or else I'd be gone already." She stopped and was facing away from him, into the darkness of the waving grass. Turning her head ever so slightly, the firelight caught the edge of one eye, making her gaze glow. "You could come with us if you'd like." Anyone was welcome to join her and leave the prison that had once been her home.

"Aslatiel"