mercianne
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Her brown eyes had fallen closed, her body beginning to relax as she settled into the hay. Quiet insect noises sounded nearby in the grasses that had overrun the Range and created a lulling background noise to further soothe her mind and make sleep come easier. She was not quite there yet, but she was close, comfortable with Scipio beside her to worry less about the danger of sleeping in an open place and actually rest.
Before she could reach that place of sleep and actually go under, her ears perked and swiveled, listening as Scipio broke the silence with thoughts that seemed to be troubling him. Her eyes opened half lidded as she listened, unmoving but hearing and understanding every word. The only reason he would go to Glaciem would be because of her? While the thought was nice - she had never expected to actually
be a reason for someone to do something - it was not exactly what she would have liked to hear. If he wanted to join the Glaciem, she wanted it to be because he thought he would settle nicely there, because he liked the pack as a whole and not just her. If he found himself uncomfortable or not fitting in, there was no way she could make him stay. He would be miserable, and she would feel guilty for it.
Scipio lapsed into silence, and Mercianne thought quietly to herself, taking a moment to herself. Would he join just to make her happy? Would he possibly sacrifice his own happiness merely because she thought so highly of her home.
"You should go where you'll be most happy," she answered quietly after a pause, her voice rather muffled by the straw.
"You don't have to join my pack just because I like it." Hoping he would take her words to heart and do whatever was best for him, she sighed closed her brown eyes again, hoping that her mind would lull itself toward sleep just as easily as it had a moment ago.