Broken Dreams

Seeing Themisto on the battlefield had thrown her for a loop - she hadn't seen the man since their first meeting, and had managed to just miss him in the seasons that followed. She remembered their meeting though, his voice and visage clear in her mind - he was an interesting brute, a free spirit of sorts, which was why it was even stranger to see him on a territory meant for bloodshed. Could he be challenging for someone or something? He seemed to be rather fond of Gideon when they met, did he know that she had failed to protect him? Was he as disappointed in her as she was? There was worry in his tone after all, it could be for his cousin now taken in by the enemy - or rather, their enemy. Seracia had yet to be involved in this fiasco and if they were, the alpha had an idea in mind that could benefit the both of them without getting the Kingdom involved in a war she felt completely and totally responsible for.

Her heart and head were heavy as she approached the brute, the bleeding from the wounds on her muzzle had stopped but the injuries were there to stay for a while. Perhaps Erani could dull the pain with some herb or remedy, but between her own bitterness toward the healer and her unwillingness to be healed of wounds she so justly deserved - she hadn't approached her mother since coming back to Valhalla. Blue eyes slowly rose to meet his own amber ones, and she watched him, wondering what brought him to Valhalla.

"Ah, you... treated Isardis, didn't you?" She did not want him dead, just wanted he and his pack out of her hair - but there didn't seem to be much of a chance of that. Not while they had Gideon, and not while they wanted Liberty. "Did I kill him?" If she did it would have been an accident - but she wasn't quite sure whether she would feel bad about it or not. He wasn't exactly on her nice list.

ooc: setting this thread before the meetings c: