Finally relieved

CALLISTO

Walk | Talk | Think
 
Simply, patient as ever, Maximous explained to Callisto how their home had changed hands yet again, how the timid Xanilov boy had taken over the throne in the absence of his sister. It surprised her greatly. He had always been so quiet, so reserved, so mousy in how he carried himself and behaved. How in the world had he gotten bold enough to rule the pack? "I can't believe that," she remarked with a shake of her head, though she could easily see the girl having left. Had it not already happened twice before? Ebony did not seem capable of holding a leader for very long, and it got her wondering just how long this one was going to last, particularly knowing what she remembered about him. 

It was crazy, irksome. Not only had the pack changed hands, they had moved and she had lost her den in the process. She turned her head to glance over one shoulder at the empty densite that she had once kept, wishing she could have stayed still though knowing it likely would not have been approved of in the long run. If she was going to be part of the pack, then she needed to be there to prove it. "Where is Ebony now, if the Steppe is empty?" she asked as she turned again to look at Max, feeling bold enough to look at him now that the conversation had turned to something more easy and tolerable for her. He had mentioned her things being back at his den but...was his den even where she remembered it to be? 

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