Eviction Notice

Vanille wasn't seeing this whole picture of an entire life with Arcturus, not yet. Maybe a little naive to growing up, to growing out of old habits and lifestyles that were honestly really unhealthy for her. She had grown to care for Arcturus, more than she could really ever imagine. At least in her young life. But she was still stuck in this bubble of loss and some regret, an extent that she may not have shared too deeply with him yet. She'd never want him to leave the family he had, for her. But she also wasn't anticipating it. She felt that maybe she had already grown up from the situations life had given her, so moving away from family and living on her own, well it had already happened really.

Vanille was calm and happy with gentle smiles there beside Arcturus which may have shown just how far along she has come since the long night. But maybe they had just grown so used to each other's presence that looking back on days like those weren't even in sight. When another wolf came up to approach them, Vanille flipped like a switch tense and defensive, but with Arcturus here she stayed still and quiet and let him handle it, or that's how she felt at least. It was just that when the wolf had mentioned the pack taking over she was quickly overwhelmed with anxiety. She was still hard on the outside, and only Arcturus would know her well enough to see, if he did just how off she was.

The wolf would leave and Arcturus came to comfort her subtly, she'd respond by pushing her cheek slightly into where he touched her. Her eyes though stayed down searching the ground as too many thoughts raced across her mind. Too many to focus on one really. But it was all surrounded and clouded by the thought of her mother and that bottled loss that she felt. She dropped a quick sigh as Arcturus had given her options for their future, for her future, but it honestly wasn't what she wanted to hear. "I don't... I'm not ready..." But would she ever be? She loved being with Arcturus, she'd love travelling with him, love being with him every night. Many thoughts she didn't dwell on because of that fear of attachment. But she'd probably rather die here in this den. The better life would be thriving for her in many ways and overall what she would want, but she couldn't bring herself to pack up and leave.

"Vanille"
Base By WatermelonCreature