Don't Ask
01-13-2015, 01:00 AM
Walk | Talk | Think
Callisto padded away from the den beside the lake, her silvery blue eyes scanning the bright spring lakeside and around it with a quiet wariness. Try as she might she could not make this place feel like home, not in the sense that the Steppe had been. The Steppe had been quiet, isolated, empty for the most part except for those others who, like herself, had gravitated toward the place because its drab, broken facade was not aesthetically pleasing to others. The Lake was just about the polar opposite. The waters were clear and bright, especially when the sun was out. Insects buzzed, fish jumped, and wolves gathered to drink, to fish, to relax. She could see why Max liked it - from a healer's standpoint, it was a good location to be centralized at with plants and water and the ready - but for her it was miserable. She was going to have to make a point to go searching for her own den at some point.
But that, at the moment, was not her goal. She was still freshly returned, barely regaining her pack's scent and still needing to integrate herself back into the routine around the pack lands. She supposed she could have done it all easily with Maximous's help - he had offered her everything imaginable, from shelter to training to silence on the subject of her absence - but there was still one other that she knew she was going to need to face, one other who needed to know she had returned no matter that she was nowhere near ready to start recounting her tale.
She had no idea where it was that Kassander kept his den. She had no idea if he would even be there now or if he was already roaming about following his duties as alpha and King of Ebony. Hell, there was even a chance he might not have been within their borders. But Calli wanted to stay, wanted to keep her place here, and in order to do so she needed to confront him, to speak up and make sure that he would have her here still. And maybe, if she was lucky - Ha - he would refrain from asking questions as Maximous had.
Wishing to get the unpleasantness over with, to be done with and move on, Callisto stopped beside the lake, glancing briefly around and wondering if Max was close by, before she angled her head back and ushered forth a call for Ebony's King. It was short, to the point, almost with the hope that he might not hear and miss it so that she could pretend she had tried to reach him and failed and go about her business as if she had put forth her best effort. But luck was never on her side. He would show, and ask all the questions that she did not want to speak of. She sighed, resigning herself to her luckless fate, and reclined to sit and wait for her newest leader to show.
Callisto padded away from the den beside the lake, her silvery blue eyes scanning the bright spring lakeside and around it with a quiet wariness. Try as she might she could not make this place feel like home, not in the sense that the Steppe had been. The Steppe had been quiet, isolated, empty for the most part except for those others who, like herself, had gravitated toward the place because its drab, broken facade was not aesthetically pleasing to others. The Lake was just about the polar opposite. The waters were clear and bright, especially when the sun was out. Insects buzzed, fish jumped, and wolves gathered to drink, to fish, to relax. She could see why Max liked it - from a healer's standpoint, it was a good location to be centralized at with plants and water and the ready - but for her it was miserable. She was going to have to make a point to go searching for her own den at some point.
But that, at the moment, was not her goal. She was still freshly returned, barely regaining her pack's scent and still needing to integrate herself back into the routine around the pack lands. She supposed she could have done it all easily with Maximous's help - he had offered her everything imaginable, from shelter to training to silence on the subject of her absence - but there was still one other that she knew she was going to need to face, one other who needed to know she had returned no matter that she was nowhere near ready to start recounting her tale.
She had no idea where it was that Kassander kept his den. She had no idea if he would even be there now or if he was already roaming about following his duties as alpha and King of Ebony. Hell, there was even a chance he might not have been within their borders. But Calli wanted to stay, wanted to keep her place here, and in order to do so she needed to confront him, to speak up and make sure that he would have her here still. And maybe, if she was lucky - Ha - he would refrain from asking questions as Maximous had.
Wishing to get the unpleasantness over with, to be done with and move on, Callisto stopped beside the lake, glancing briefly around and wondering if Max was close by, before she angled her head back and ushered forth a call for Ebony's King. It was short, to the point, almost with the hope that he might not hear and miss it so that she could pretend she had tried to reach him and failed and go about her business as if she had put forth her best effort. But luck was never on her side. He would show, and ask all the questions that she did not want to speak of. She sighed, resigning herself to her luckless fate, and reclined to sit and wait for her newest leader to show.