Let Go (TORTUGANS AND APPROVED WOLVES ONLY)

She had always kept tabs on her children, whether or not they believed her. And it did not go unnoticed when Sora left, heading presumably to Tortuga. She would follow, hanging back in the shadows unnoticed. It was a surprise when she had found the pack gone and her son frantically chasing after them. She followed, finding them one more at the ocean, some island in their sights. Eyes narrowed as she watched her son plunge into the waters. It was the middle of her winter. Her son would freeze to death. A snarl curled her lips. Surely their father was not that much of a moron.

She would plunge into the waters, not caring if the rest of the pack saw her or not. They were not her concern. Powerful legs would propel her forward, eyes locked in on her target. She had to swim for what felt like days before her paws would touch the ground again. Waterlogged bodice would leave the frigid waters behind, which only seemed colder by the winter air. She would approach the man that sire her children. Audits fell back against her skull. Coral gaze fell upon her son, narrowing a fraction.

"Sora, did you ever plan on telling me or just simply running away?"" She pinned her son with a dangerous gaze before turning it on her blind father. "And what about you?" A low snarl rumbled in her throat. She paid no attention to the women that surrounded him. "Are you oblivious to the fact that its winter? And he's still a pup?" Wets hackles began to rise as she fell silent, waiting for her sons protests and his fathers excuse.

"Cat Talk" "Cena Talk"