Sun is Setting in the West
12-09-2013, 01:02 PM
Her brother greeted her but seemed distant and certainly didn't seem to notice her pregnant state. Ears folded back against her skull uncertainly. Chrysanthe began her speech quickly, not wasting time waiting for the stragglers. Her mother seemed to be among the missing wolves, perhaps busy with some of the wounded still. The toll of those taken was not as bad as Azalea had first thought, thankfully. More wolves than she thought must have gone to find their loved ones in Seracia after departing the battle. "But Azalea is back with us, and if she would like, is more than welcome to taking her rightful place as heir." These words made her eyes widen, breath sucking in as her head shot up. "If she does, I would like you to be one of Valhalla's betas." Azalea thought about it deeply for a moment, feeling pressed to say no. "At present I would like to get settled before taking my duties back over, but if the offer still stands," She had to pause. What did she say? Later? How much time was later? She didn't even know. "Well, then I will gladly resume the title when I've acclimated." Azalea had stood up to address her one-eyed aunt. She would surely understand what she was saying and the others would see what she had become in her time a way. No more than oven for the devil's spawn. More promotions were given. Her father even, asked to step up as alpha to stand beside Chrys loyally, as Syrinx seemed to fail in doing. She could not blame her uncle for securing his own fortunes, Azalea was surely just as selfish at times. Gideon seemed to have yet to earn a place as alpha, and would he ever? "Our borders have been trampled, our territory bloodied and too much of it is known by our enemies - I've done some scouting for a new home for us. Of all of the places, the one that I believe suited us most, is an island to the South - Nephilm Island. It has plenty of prey, water and shelter - and should anyone want to attack, they will be forced to swim to our beaches, where we will be waiting." Azalea assessed this idea, certain that her aunt would not push for the move unless she herself had gone and had a thorough investigation. "I want us to make the move as soon as possible - the ocean is shallow leading to the island, but children and the injured should be watched carefully during our trip there." The floor was opened for others to speak up. Azalea simply nodded firmly, showing that she agreed with her aunt's words. Preston, family and a wolf she hadn't seen in ages, jumped to his paws. He looked more than a little happy. "I volunteer my services in island survival." She smiled lightly, unable to escape his enthusiasm. Speech, |
