Caught at the Crossroads

As Aresenn sat in rapt attention, Rivin's bittersweet words washed over him. A deep sense of pride surged through his being, their father aside, he had watched her grow into a fiercely independent and courageous individual. Yet with each passing moment, the sorrow at the impending departure only grew. Knowing that their paths were diverging, leading them down separate roads was something that he still needed to come to terms with. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness at the realization goodbye was coming. But amidst the warring emotions, there was also a sense of hope and excitement for what the future would hold for both of them.

Sephiran's name hung in the air between them, evoking memories of the young purple yearling at their party. Aresenn nodded, acknowledging Rivin's recognition. "Yeah, that's him,” he confirmed with a half-smirk. "I wouldn't say he's any better off than the rest of us. But he's driven in a similar way that I am. Bloodlust aside.” Rivin's reassurance on the matter was certainly appreciated. He knew that following his own path meant leaving behind the familiarity of Pirates, but her support made it easier to bear. "Thanks, Riv. I really appreciate that,” he said sincerely, offering her a shallow nod.

The news of the pack's relocation to the islands in the west piqued Aresenn's curiosity. It seemed like an interesting choice, secluding themselves from the mainland in search of stability. He wondered what Gil was thinking, and if it would truly provide the solace they all needed. "Well, seclusion might do everyone some good,” Aresenn mused, his gaze drifting towards the distant horizon. "Or at the very least, it might cut down on the distractions so he can stream-line everyone.” He finished with a chuckle.

Rivin's mention of Calico Jack and her mixed feelings caused a knot to form in Aresenn's chest. He could sense the uncertainty in her voice, the conflict within her. He knew all too well the weight of such decisions and the fear that came with them. After a moment of contemplation, he reached out and gently placed a paw on Rivin's shoulder, offering her a reassuring squeeze. "Sometimes, one wolf is enough reason to stay,” Aresenn said lowly, his amber eyes glinting with subtle understanding. "If he's been there for you, if he sees you for who you are and accepts you, that's something worth holding onto. Just remember that your happiness matters too, Riv. And if things ever become too much, if staying no longer feels right, you come and find me.” She already implied that she would, but he wanted to make sure and reinforce that open invitation as an option. There would always be a place in the future he was making for himself for his sister, should she ever want to take it.

"Aresenn Praetor"