stirring the pot
She had heard his call. It came from Tortuga. The last time she had seen her adoptive father was during their meeting with Morphine. After she had ventured off on her own, staying away for a few days. But his call rang out clearly, pulling her back home. Legs carried her gracefully across the semi-familiar land. She had been born here, but had spent little time within the borders of Tortuga since her family had left. She focused little on that part of her life, focusing rather on what was in front her, what she could make herself into. Her pace slowed as she approached, two toned orbs searching the terrain. Nostrils flared, searching for Seraphims scent.
A small smile formed on her lips when a familiar pale form entered her line of vision. She approached, bumping her head into his shoulder with affection. "Seraphim." She murmured softly before turning her attention to the new Alpha of Tortuga. "Newt." She offered a respective dip of her crown, meeting the amethyst gaze of the woman. Her gaze slide back to her father, wondering what this meeting was about. She hadn't been able to hear any of their conversation as she approached, catching only the last question Newt asked. Was he considering joining? He must be. Why else would Newt ask what position he sought after.
Haunches slide to the earth, audits stood at attention. The two adults had her full attention. She would join if he did. She had no desire to lose the only family she had. She would stick by his side. Her thoughts drifted to his son. Ares. Their last meeting on the beach. It had been...enjoyable. She wasn't sure that was correct word. But she hoped that perhaps he would join too. Though it was doubtful. This was the throne his mother had lost. Surely it was a terrible reminder. "What's going on?" Her gaze bounced between the pair, shaking off her thoughts. |