I Am Never The First To Know
10-11-2014, 11:56 AM
D?gmar's eyes carefully watched her daughter struggle to move. Tail twitched and then slowly she relaxed. The kid looked like a drowned rat! Though? D?gmar supposed she didn't look much better and she moved to glean the excess water from her fur and hopefully fluff out the points that were sticking up like spines all over her body. Acadia's voice was raspy and she quickly concluded that the youth had probably nearly drowned in the lack. She rolled her eyes. For being so desperate to take the whelps Loki sure let them run around unsupervised. But then? by her reckoning Acadia was probably a yearling now and ready to be out on her own. The wraith smirked. D?gmar glanced toward the opening and mused about the male she'd run into. Had they been separated in the storm? Oh well, she was in shelter now and didn't have the least bit of motivation to go out in the freakish storm. A crack of thunder burst through the air, so loud it felt as though it was shaking the den. Eyes narrowed into emerald slits as she glared skyward. Curse this weather, hopefully it would pass soon but something told her they might not be so lucky. The woman shrugged at her daughters question. "Me? Oh? I suppose so. Though there's a distinct lack of quality in the leaders of Alacritis. Thrice I've joined a pack here and thrice the leader has simply vanished or left. At least Artemis had the courtesy to let us know she was no longer going to rule though she put a stupid little whelp in charge." A light growl slipped from D?gmar's maw. "I've joined a pack to the south. Called Yfir. The leader seems capable though there is a lot of politics involved. What about you Acadia? Do you have any plans for your life?" D?gmar bit back her words slightly as she almost asked about the other pups. No, it was bad enough she had to endure one. Best she pretend the others simply didn't exist. That would prevent her from becoming attached, right? |