The weight of leadership

As Saracyn began to offer to go talk to Scylla himself to offer her the Master Warrior position and convince her to stay, her ears perked with surprise before flicking with uncertainty. She knew it wasn't a small thing for Saracyn to go to Scylla of all wolves and plead with her to stay, but she couldn't disagree that he had played a role in all of this as well. Ultimately she had been the one to give in and let them have this life that they had both wanted, but he had been the tipping point for her that had convinced her to take the leap. She wanted to be able to handle everything on her own and take ownership for this situation as the matriarch, but she didn't think that her trying to talk to Scylla would go well and she had already pleaded her case to Albion with no definitive answer. She couldn't blame either of them for not wanting to work with her in the wake of the hurt she had caused Albion. She wasn't sure if Saracyn would have any better luck, but at this point she didn't really have anything to lose. "Alright," she agreed after a long moment of reluctance, turning her head to look back at him with a little smile. Turning in his embrace, she twisted to face him and tucked her head into his chest, nuzzling into his neck as she tried to put the mounting worry about the situation out of her mind for now and instead just enjoy getting to be with Sara like this.

"Avacyn & Saracyn"