There was something wrong with that howl. Of course for starters it wasn't Roman, whilst she and Drashiel ruled as King and Queen it seemed clear that one was a primary leader in the hierarchy, she was usually the one to summon the pack for things but today only one lonely voice would echo out eerily across the lands.
Talvi couldn't quite put her paw on what else was wrong until she arrived at the meeting. Once more there was no sign of Roman and the King himself looked an absolute mess to put things bluntly. There was no pride in his stance only sadness and something, if the howl alone hadn't been enough to put up warning signs, was very clearly wrong. At last he would speak, informing them all of what had happened and though she hadn't expected any happy news this particular news was simply awful.
She'd never really had the chance to get to know Roman, even so the loss would hit her. The woman was gone, not in the sense of choice and absence like so many of the family from these lands, but she had died and all in protecting her family down to her very last breath. She would bow her head for that loss for the Armada family, where many loyalties may have been strained it seemed Roman's certainly had been strong.
There was one other loss though. Regium, Bevroren, Glaciem, whatever the name, home. The pack was no more, no longer would an Armada rule these lands that she had called home from a young age. As people began to scatter she would find herself unsure on what to do. Following to Imperium hardly seemed like the greatest option in the world, she would have to find her own path now it seemed though what that would be she had little idea. To stay in the North for now, whilst Drashiel and his family were desperate to leave, Talvi wasn't sure she could just yet. |
