Sentimental Animals
Azalea moved at a trot, her near healed gimp leg bobbing much less awkwardly than previously. With each completed gait the toes would touch the ground and without a wake of pain to stab through her nervous system and cripple her.
Time had passed since arriving back. Her messaged delivered to whoever still cared about her in the West. She knew someone would come and visit her, loyalty and pesky family bonds had their ways of working these things in her favor. After all, she didn't pop out so many puppies for nothing. They owed her... like forever.
She sighed, slowing down and finding herself sprawling out on the ground in the middle of, well, nowhere. Sparse Pines being a part of Regium territory was still weird to her, and the fact that Bevroren was now Regium making Regium the new Glaciem was even weirder. What's more, good Glaciem was back, started again by Odette. Her father's blood was making a come back and she wondered if her father somehow knew, where ever he was. She had to grunt in half amusement and half exasperation, thinking of what her father would have to say about her these days.
For a moment Azalea mused bedding purposely with an Armada wolf. A smile crept onto her face for a moment before Sarak's face popped into her mind and wiped her face clean. Again she sighed, her throat tightening up with equal parts worry and loathing. |