Prodigal
12-20-2014, 08:05 PM
Her mother was hurt, that concerned her. She was no healer, that making a whine leave her throat as she sat up letting the snow fall of her coat. As she spoke, Sarka let her ears pull against the back of her skull. Though must to her pleasure came Roman which prevented her from having to speak. Regardless whether that was a bad thing or not, she could always think more clearly in the silence of her own head. Listening to others was far easier than speaking specially when she had such a weak voice other than her howl. As she watched the pregnant alpha speak as well as she exchange words with her mother. A question directed itself at them, and of course she knew Roman wouldn't know where they were. Sarka knew where her true brothers were, but those.....boys, her mother called them sons who knew where they were. It always seemed like they had never been around in the first place. It made the girl shake her head. She supposed it was best to say even if it was only a few words.
"Brothers are with Sarak, Kismet and Soren I don't know." Sarka said softly before swallowing and stopping her speech. She didn't want to say anything else. She was more concerned about the well being of her mother than anything. This very well could be all her fault, she wasn't a good enough daughter. She didn't do things the way she should have. It made her shiver slightly lowered her head as she tried to keep herself from crying. What a failure she was at even breathing. |