Sun is Setting in the West
12-03-2013, 06:51 PM
Azalea had gone to the healers after the battle. Not for her own sake, but to see Chrysanthe. What she found was her leader already departed, headed off on a voyage that Azalea could only fix an uneasy frown at. There had been so much blood... around her aunt's eye. To say she was relieved to hear Chrys call the pack was an under statement. The pudgy girl kicked up her heels, mouth gaping as she ran as fast as she could across the territory. The fuss she had received from her mother, and the overwhelming grief... Her stomach turned as she arrived at the meeting. Azalea had yet to face her father and quickly checked her his presence. Would the pack judge her for her current state? She loathed the wolves around her for the worry they put in her stomach. Her stomach where butterflies grew from the shakes and shivers. Eyes came to rest on Chrysanthe as she moved with determination through the gathered wolves (and horse) to be near her alpha. It was habit to her and she draw clearly into her aunt's sight she seemed to realize her fault and flinched away, off to the side. Luckily she caught sight of her sibling and with a smile she joined her, sitting close. "Habit, used to sitting up there." She explained. Speech, |
