A Long Time Coming
09-24-2013, 10:18 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-24-2013, 10:19 AM by Epiphron.)
The wolves of Seracia continued to trail in, and she watched the scene unfold carefully. There only seemed to be a few missing; Themisto came next, followed by Bronze and his young children. It amazed her to see the older couple caring for them, despite their advanced years. Though she knew little of either of them, they seemed to be wonderful parents. A newer member, Dragon, came next -- whom she hadn't met yet. Pontifex trailed in, complimenting their children. Quintus seemed appalled at the compliment, and she leaned down to rap him lightly on the nose with a paw. It would be unpleasant, but certainly not painful in the least. "That's no way to be talking to your elders," she scolded him gently, but he grumbled in protest even still. Amalia was next to come -- she had told her to stay home if she wasn't feeling well. But it was unsurprising she had felt left out, and had come instead. Poor baby! She leaned around to nuzzle her, lapping at her face affectionately. "Not late at all, my dear," she began, voice laced with undeniable affection. "I'm proud of you for making it here even though you're not feeling well." She'd always been a bit headstrong, which was a lovely quality to have. A few wolves were missing. Bane was one of them, perhaps not unsurprisingly. Cynrik was not in attendance either, nor were a handful of others that had been scarce anyway. It wasn't exactly the best way to leave a pack -- not showing up or making their appearance known for some time -- but it wasn't something they would punish. Things happened; she could only hope those not in attendance were not ill.. or worse. Maverick began to speak, and her tail curled instinctively above her back. She was proud of him -- what a fine King he was beginning to be! She had never once doubted him, but hearing him speak only reaffirmed what she already knew as true. He announced their children's names, including Amalia. Her expression brightened considerably, pride shining in her eyes as she watched the young girl. She had already persevered through so much! She could only imagine what she would become someday. The next bit of news was a bit more surprising. She hadn't been told of this, but she supposed this was as good as anything. A brief pang of confusion flooded her, remembering her sister Eos had been the ruler of Glaciem's territory for a short while -- but she remembered meeting her and Syrinx's children on her last visit to Valhalla. So who ruled now? She would interject then, voice rising slightly. "If anyone has information about the current state of Glaciem, please speak up." It was not the Glaciem she had once been told of, ruled by Gargoyle the giant, the warrior -- but something much darker now. "Anything at all would be appreciated." She would fall back, letting Maverick continue speaking. The next bit of news was somewhat more uplifting -- but it seemed to only be a friend. Her husband wanted the adults to mentor the children. Partially for the sake of shared knowledge, but she knew it was also because of this new-found thread. Part of her wanted to step forth and offer to be a mentor, but she knew her paws were simply overflowing with her own four children right now. "I'll say it again. Any knowledge of this Glaciem pack is more than welcome. Also, has anyone been in contact with Valhalla recently?" Azalea had visited recently, but it was important to her to know that her family -- and their closest and strongest ally -- was safe and not being threatened by this new pack. |
