COLD! But I'm Still Here!

The boy seemed to struggle with her words for a moment. Chrysanthe would watch him, wondering just what was going on in his head. He had lost his pack, lost everything now that it was scattered about - which was why she didn't hesitate to stay near him even as he snarled. Even as he bristled and showed hints of agressiveness, she would stay where she stood. And then finally - he began to speak, to yell everything that he felt at that moment. They were the same feelings that she had swirling within her the first time Valhalla was lost. When she had been the reason that the mighty pack had fallen. He was angry and frustrated and so completely lost that she couldn't help that her eyes softened for him, her head and heart wanted to help him get what he wanted.


Valhalla...


It really was more than just a pack for it's inhabitants.


He wanted to relax with his family, to be with them without having to struggle to keep them beside him and oh - how she wished that she could tell him that it got easier. That in time they would rally up and love each other the way they should have on their own... but in her own experience, it stays that difficult. Wolves scatter and get lost and challenged for and you win some but you lose more - but if you don't appreciate what you have when you have it you would always feel like you were running a losing race.


"Life is hard - and I would be lying if I said it does nothing but get easier." They were not going to do anything to make him feel better, but these words were the utmost truth. "But you will get your chance to breathe, we all do - in moments, that sometimes last for months and sometimes for a few minutes at a time. You said your mother was you home..." With a heart so passionate, Chrysanthe was sure that this boy would catch his break. "You mother, who is she? I can help you look for her." If there was anything that she understood though, it was that a mother's love could beat out all of the shitty odds. Erani had cared for her, loved her, through all of her good decisions and her bad ones - if this boy loved his mother so much then she ought to be looking for him too.


"Chin up, fighting for what you love gets easier as soon as you realize you're not the only one fighting." He wasn't alone anymore - she would look after him as whatever he needed. A sister, a friend, an ally, it didn't matter, she saw potential in this boy. She saw a young male that would grow into someone great. "I'm Chrysanthe Adravendi - what's your name?"