The Storm Clouds Come.
12-14-2014, 08:09 PM
As her sibling speaks, she listens a wry smile pulling at her jaws. He is quite odd. His words are simple, and she smirks slightly. Mentally she labels him as an infantry wolf, mostly because she lacks those of that rank and she knows little else where she will put him. She turns away from him as he seeks to leave. Tossing a parting word over her shoulder, she speaks. "See you around, Jigsaw." She says, a slight smirk dancing on her lips as she moves off in the direction of her den. She needs to alert Drashiel of the new wolf within their ranks, so that as their brother comes and goes, the King doesn't seek to eat him. She wonders if she will have to call upon him soon. Life had been eerily peaceful, if one could ignore the ignorant fools who dared attempt to reside in the North- but she could crush them later, when she wasn't swollen with infants. Yes, she would deal with them later. For now she would rest and let her children grow, and let her sibling find his way.
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