golden strings

How wolves come and go, disappearing before they can truly exist in another's life. S'alkire often found it difficult to form any sort of friendship with another due to the fact it all simple seems to... crumble. She had heard Roman had fallen pregnant with her new king firmly within her grasp, and the placid babe couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. Though, it always seemed rather common for Armadas to mate within family. Her suspicions had been correct as she swiftly looked beyond each shoulder, her eyes falling upon a ghostly figure, his fur radiant against the night that engulfed him so beautifully. Though he was much like S'alkrie, the faint merle that traces is slim façade and lean body had made him even more unique. She would not flinch away from his close proximities near her side, wishing to analyse his features, and wow how much he had grown! He was always the more quieter son of Sendoa and Isardis, rarely socialising with all the other children- which often made her wonder if it was just out of shyness or the fact he thought he was above all others. Her tail would flick against her heels, content with seeing a familiar face around here, though the fact  remained. Did he remember her? They had never really spoken alone, or very little at all for the matter. " Jigsaw?" Her crown would tilt slightly, before standing, aiming to step slightly forward. She half expected it to just be another stranger, hadn't he left? "It seems like your always absent, and yet you always find your way back." She would say simply, her voice remaining soft. " Didn't you leave with your father?" What had brought him back to alactria? Perhaps he had already found his family in the north? since that's where most of them resided.