i’m rich and I’m pretty, so it doesn’t really matter

Barghest held Elara closer, the warmth of the embrace warding off the chill. She nuzzled her sister again, her touch gentle yet steadfast, a grounding reality of the moment. “You don’t have to apologize, Larrie,” She murmured, her voice a soft rumble. “What matters is that you're here now. I thought you might’ve… died.” Some of her siblings had, others lost in the wind. As Elara mentioned her travels and the visit to Wolfpaw Lake, Barghest’s ears twitched in interest. She felt a pang of understanding, knowing well the allure and pain of revisiting places tied to the past. “The lake... it must have been hard to go back.” She said, her voice filled with empathy. “I haven’t been able to. I’ve been angry.” Angry, stripped of everything she had ever known, take your pick.

When Elara mentioned meeting a boy, Barghest couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, a teasing glint momentarily breaking through her warmth. “Oh, a boy, huh?” She nudged Elara gently. “You’ll have to tell me more about him sometime.” But for now, she sensed her sister’s reluctance to delve too deeply into the past. There would be time for those stories later. “As for me,” Barghest began, her tone contemplative, “I joined our elder sister’s pack. Obscura, not far from here, at the falls. Scylla has been rebuilding the Klein empire there.” Aqua eyes sought the bluebell ones of her sister, hoping that she wouldn’t think she had just forgotten about her.
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