Secret No More

Walk | Talk | Think

The family, or what of it was still together, had been relocated after new scents had swooped in and surrounded them upon the cove, stealing their home right out from underneath their paws. It had bothered Mercianne immensely - it was where the children had always called home; how would they find her if she was not there? - but there was nothing to be done. The pack was not one she knew could be trusted though she had failed to gather any information about it, but knowing the only northern pack to be the corrupted version of her old home in Glaciem she had no intentions of finding out whether they had changed at all.

But even the task of moving, of worrying over her partly reunited family, could not distract herself from the way her growing feelings for Knight were worsening. He was always there, constantly making sure she took care of herself while she spent all of her time trying to take care of her own. And when she was near him remembrances of his touch, his warmth, would sneak up and accelerate her heart, making her feel nervous that he might realize. With so much else on her mind, this, what she felt, was only an added worry. She needed to get rid of it.

And that, she realized, could be remedied with a confession.

It was not what she wanted to do exactly - she feared his sentiments really only being friendly and nothing more and possibly losing the help she had with both herself but also her kids. But she was partially convinced some feelings for her stirred within him from thr ways he often treated her, always soft and sweet and never pushy, and the fact her season had come around further lessened her hesitance. Of all the fatherly figures she had to choose from for her growing pups, she could not think of anyone better, nor anyone that she could have wanted more.

The thought had come to her in the early hours of the day, when the first touches of sunlight had not yet begun coloring the edges of the horizon. It was a bold thought, undoubtedly, one that made her anxious to think about. But Merci wanted to be sure of her decision before she said anything, before she went spilling to him how she felt. So she sat within the snow, staring upward into the stars that she could see, while considering how to tell him and make her feelings a secret no more.