We try as we may

Chrysanthe didn't know much about Vahva's family and their connection with her father. The ex-digamma's explanation on what happened to her mother came with a wave of shock - what had the woman done to deserve her father's disapproval? Why hadn't something been done about her mother? The russet faced woman would frown slightly, wanting to offer her condolences but the other female would continue on. She would say that her father would be proud of her, and in that - she would hope that the blue maned woman would be right. That he wouldn't be disappointed in her losses the way that she was... "Thank you Vahva." She would say quietly, "It would seem we have both lead and now have to continue on." Leaving behind her title, her authority it stung but what worried her more was whether she be leaving behind the trust and respect that she had supposedly earned from the wolves that once followed her? It would seem that Vahva still considered her commendable - but she was hurt.

The ex-alpha trusted this woman, and despite what had happened on the battlefield, she still trusted her. Perhaps it was knowing that her own husband had once mouthed off to Glaciem that she was willing to forgive the transgression, but for the same reason she knew that it never ended well. "Everyone in Valhalla does not hate you. I don't hate you." She could speak for no others but herself. "What you did was wrong - but you know that. You knew it then and you know it now. I may be rankless, but I won't let anyone give you grief about it, alright?" She had surely been looked down upon or even scolded - but if they wanted to give Vahva a hard time about her loss then they should be doing the same to her shouldn't they? Vahva had lost to Isardis, a proven fighter and strategist if nothing else - while she had fallen victim to a yearling.

"I'm sorry about your son, Vahva. I... he might not consider you family but he can't fight what's in his blood. I can't imagine being mother to a child that chooses to betray, but... you're still his mother, you're already proving your strength by not hating him for what he's done." If Odette decided to pledge herself to Glaciem and leave everything she stood for and against behind, she would be tempted to do such - but at the same time, she knew that she would always love her daughter. "You are not helpless, you've overcome everything life has thrown your way. I don't think you have anything to be afraid of... " She was not weak in any sense of the word - despite her scars and bitter memories, when Chrysanthe looked at her she saw a fellow leader and someone she could depend on. One good screw up would not change her entire view of her.

"I'm not your alpha anymore, I'm a friend. You can always speak with me." Chrys couldn't say she had a plethora of close friends, especially after Demonio's disappearance. A part of her was slightly apprehensive about calling someone else close, as she had a good streak going of loosing those that she cared about... but she wouldn't let the shit cards life had been dealing stop her from appreciating anything else. "Who is your son?" She wasn't aware that the other had children - perhaps if she ran into the brute she could speak with him herself. It was hard to believe he hated his mother for no reason - but then again Glaciem was poison. If he spent long enough there he could be convinced that up was down if that was what Isardis wanted.