WE'LL STAY GOLD FOREVER

Hati's heavy form stalked once more into the lands he'd once resided in, following the scent of Daegmar and the call of the new queen. He had his doubts, serious doubts, about rejoining this pack. It had been nothing but trouble for him, with Cat abandoning them to Sibelle who had been in his eyes no more than a puppet and then Sibelle losing them to this girl anyway. And she, the wolf who had created and abandoned the pack to be claimed by Cat before he'd joined, the wolf who had led him to seek out the pack to begin with. The wolf who had joined again under Cat's reign, only to turn on them when her idiot siblings trespassed and fought her own packmates to protect the invaders. How could they possibly trust such a bitch? But Daegmar seemed to, at least as far as joining, for he could see her there now as he moved into view of the meeting.

He hadn't discussed either his doubts or his plans with Akemi. She would have to make her own decisions and do what was best for her. He wouldn't lead her back into a nest of vipers but he couldn't really bring himself to truly push her away either. She'd figure out one day that he wasn't worth her affection, but he just could not make himself straight up prove it to her.

His black pelt rippled restlessly as he shrugged. He trusted Daegmar - she was like him only she was clever, cleverer than Loki. If she thought it was a good idea to join the pack under this new queen, hell, he'd do it to. But yellow eyes stared mistrustfully at the white bitch as he came up to Daegmar's side. He ignored her equally pale family members, caring nothing for them since they weren't the ones who had claim to the pack. "Hati Hroovitnisson," he introduced himself as the other's had done, albeit in a rather more surly manner. "I was one of the Marquis of Arcanum under Cataleya. You might remember seeing as you were part of it and all. I quit when the last bitch took over for her - I won't fight for any pack that's no more'n a pawn for a bigger pack." He bared his teeth in a grimace of remembrance. But enough backstory, she wouldn't care. Besides, he only really wanted to know one thing. "Figure if I'm going to fight and bleed for someone they'd better earn it, and you got that since you actually cared to fight for it. I'll fight for you if you'll take me. But what says you aren't going to walk away like you did when you made the pack to begin with?" His tone was matter-of-fact rather than accusing, a rarity for the hellhound who more often as not reverted to snarling. Maybe it was because he did trust Daegmar and he didn't want Daeg to think he was questioning her decision, but he really did need to know.





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