In The End

Onyx did listen intently to everything the woman told her, if even she didn't seem so tuned in during the process of cleaning and bonding her wound. As she spoke about her pack in the rise and meaning of housing those like her, she really couldn't agree more. "A familiar feeling indeed." She gave a gentle smile in return to her mirrored comment. The woman had built the pack over family, but that wasn't all she was in search of. Onyx was born with different morals than most were or so she supposed. Living and thriving in the north is what gave her and her family strength, it made them beat the odds so to say. It was what she was taught since she was born and she was built to believe she had to show her strength or die trying. On the outside there wasn't a weak bone in her body. It was deep in her soul where she could hide those more subtle feelings away.

Manea would go to offer her a place inside of her pack, and again it was another moment Onyx had to think. It had been so long since she had been part of a pack. It wasn't that she wouldn't know how to function, or share, or work. Those were all things she had done inside of her home even when she grew older and moved into her own den. But with her family's philosophies being apart of a pack wasn't necessarily a way of strength. It wasn't against what they wanted by any means, but they were much more attuned to live on their own. "Is this something I can turn back on if we are on good terms?" It was a genuine question and maybe just showing that bit of fear or uncertainty that she wasn't sure if things would work out for her. She had to wonder what it would be like, and maybe if she at least got that taste here in a place she felt like she could be welcomed, maybe she could try it again elsewhere.

"Onyx"