Fickle love (surreal)

Surreal’s concern for Sibelle rose as the breath hissed from her sister in-laws clenched teeth. And when Sibelle spoke, Surreals eyes widened slightly, then narrowed, a growl rumbling in her own throat to mingle with the russet females. “May his balls wither in their sack, and may he die a cripple. And he will if he dares to come near you or any of the rest of us.” Her words came out as an icy purr. The ice broke as Sibelle tremble, and she stepped forward to offer her shoulder should her sister in-law need it. Sibelle went on to talk of Solstice being gone. And none other than her own niece Odette; unless there was some other female with the name… “If this is the same Odette I’m thinking of, then my niece will be a good leader for the pack. My mother said to me that Odettes father was named Gargoyle, who was a good leader. I wouldn’t be surprised in the least if Odette revives what Glaciem once used to be before it was taken from her family.” She was proud of her adoptive niece. And she knew her mother would be proud too.

She looked at Sibelle. “You and your kids are more than welcome to stay with us if you decide not to join Odette. And… once I rebuild our pack… I would be honored if you would join us. You’re a fine fighter, and you’re family. You will always be welcomed.” It was no pity position, but merely an offer of a place to stay where family would be present, and their children could play. Despite Sibelles involvement with Viridiana, Surreal trusted the female.