Throwing Out a Lifeline

Life was so different now, he’d been through so much in the last year. He missed Aslatiel deeply, the pack he’d been born into had an uncertain fate, and now he was placed in the position again to test his leadership. Indigo was much older now, seasoned, and learned. He’d lived and made a plethora of mistakes, and he questioned his worth daily. There was no one else to step up though. It was him or Obscura’s ally would fall.

He steeled himself as he went to meet with the interim matriarch, his brilliant blue eyes fell upon her similar form. For a moment his band had been mostly made up of purple wolves, but their like had become scarce in Borean lands. He gave her a deep nod, knew that she was suffering from great loss as he was. Both of them were just trying to put the pieces back together.

"Lady Mendacium, I presume.” He greeted her with a small dip of his head.

"Speech"