Remember Me

He'd been restlessly pacing for most of the time since they'd come to the new land. It had been a hasty decision, but one that had been made in the best interest of the pack. With no fresh water left in the delta, and the constant influx of saltwater, Gerhardt was sure it would not be a suitable home for much longer. However, the range was substantial enough for the pack, and provided a completely different landscape. It had taken - and would continue to take - some adjustment, but over time the King knew he'd grow just as fond of this land as he had the old land. In some ways he already liked it better. The variety of prey was appealing, and the ample amount of forest and clearing gave the wolves both publicity and privacy. For the most part things had been going well, but a few situations still haunted his mind. Apparently Adette was living in Valhalla - for how long or how permanently, he did not know. He wondered if he ought to do the decent thing and send for her, and allow her to live out her life in Seracia. Sure, it was the decent thing, but was it the right thing? She was no longer his wife, and he no longer her husband. Would it be logical for him to allow her residence here when it would undoubtedly cause them both pain and possible strife?

No, it was not logical at all. Still, he couldn't help but feel guilty for the once-Queen's predicament. He'd heard rumor that she'd attempted to drown herself, and had been subsequently saved by Valhallan healers. It was a miracle they'd been able to save her at all. He wondered - briefly - if she had made it. Of course he wished her the best, wherever she was. He would slip through the thickest part of the trees, quite narrowly weaving through them as he made his way along the southern border. As he made the corner and moved north along the western border, he noted a scent that was all too familiar. Adette? Could she really be here? He quickened his pace, hastening to where she stood - quite literally present within the bounds of Seracia. How had she even known to come to the range instead of the delta? A quiet voice slipped from his lips. "Adette?" He took a tentative step forward, as if movement might make her disappear. He was still under the presence that she might be a figment of his imagination, although she appeared every bit as real as she ever had.

"Speech"