You got the bullets, I got the gun
The bile rose up Freya’s throat as the silver woman’s call reached her. She had watched, had seen the queen fight the red boy for the pup, had seen her turn the woman and her child out of the pack. Only a few minutes old and already a victim of the cruelty of others; never had she truly wished such misfortune upon another wolf but in that moment she had found herself amongst the ranks of those who wished nothing more than the destruction of the silver woman. Still she plodded towards the gathering, doing her best to keep her expression neutral. She would wait. One day the silver woman would get too far in, would find herself upon the ground in need of a healer and it would be Freya that held her fate in her paws. It wouldn’t be painless. The golden girl moved first towards her mother, pushing her frame against the golden woman’s side before seeking out her brother. Freya settled beside him, looking up the bigger boy and sighing. “Can we speak later?” She whispered, she needed someone she could share her feelings with. A part of her reveled in the idea she could so cruelly disable the queen and another part of her could only feel abject horror that she considered it at all… and it was confusing. Talk like this |
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