Buy The Stars
08-20-2013, 06:33 AM
Azalea followed suit, making after Chrysanthe and the rest of the procession as their queen moved to call the pack to order. War was at hand, that much was horribly obvious. She feared for her aunt and honestly didn't know who would win. Isardis, the new Glaciem alpha, was foolish to believe that he could just walk onto Valhalla and receive one of its members on a silver platter. And the way he had spoken to Chrysanthe? What the hell? Where did he get the right to talk to their alphess with such open tongue? Wolves were coming in quickly as Azalea sat down with a stressed look on her face. She was holding it together but what she really wanted was to go find that damn pink-white wolf and give him a piece of her mind. Azalea was notably distant as the wolves appeared and gathered for discussion. Cromalin spoke with Chrysanthe first and Azalea hardly paid notice. Her eyes found Erani when she appeared, her stomach turning sour. How long would it take her to get over her recent run in with the healer? She let her amber eyes flit away, focusing on Obsidian who was now in view. The horse didn't bother her much, having grown up with her as a member of the pack. For a second she mused over the question of if the horse thought of them as a herd rather than a pack. Her amusement was quick to fade as Isardis's face came back into her mind. |
