Narime let her sweltering gaze lay upon Namid as the woman coolly spoke once more. Her keen eyes note Desideria inching towards Namid, and Nari lets her lip lift showing off her sharp canines. The light coated woman was showing weakness and that was something that should not be shown to an expert hunter. She took no more steps forward as the two she wolves began to back away. She had half a mind to chase after them when the women finally turned around quite a number of feet away from the cavern alphas. However the scent of Nineva drifting to her kept Nari rooted to the spot. She wouldn't let such a young child see blood spilled. Not yet; not until she began to start learning how to hunt. When Namid was out of sight Narime sighed and relaxed all at once. She gravitated towards Ash and attempted to lean heavily on his rock hard shoulder muscles. Then the woman glances over to Nineva and gave the girl a tired smile.  

 

”Never trust a wolfs loyalty or their word if they leave without telling you anything... ” She starts before padding to Nineva and looking down at her. The silver woman did not want her little princess to make the same mistakes that she had. ”If something happens to a wolf in the pack, and they don't come back to tell you that they are okay as soon as they are able to, then they should also not be trusted. Normally I wouldn't have turned away a wolf who did this sort of thing, but in Namid's case she started a whole new pack and took her time getting to us. That was not acceptable.” Narime wondered if Nineva would understand the severity of Namid's situation as well as the words Nari was trying to tell her. Hopefully though; the young girl wouldn't be naive like Nari was, and try to make friends with everyone who would eventually turn around and walk all over her.

”Come little one. Let's find something to eat. I crave something nice and juicy.” Nari turned and padded by Nineva allowing her tail to sweep along the girls side before flicking it upwards in invitation. She also cast a serious but tempting glance over her shoulder to Ash wondering if he would also come, or if he would keep an eye on this border.

(Exit Narimé)

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A year. The statement hit Nineva with some force, her gaze hardening some as it rested upon Namid. As a child who had never traveled outside of the pack's broad territory, experience snow, nor lived more than a few months, she could not grasp any of the difficulties that surrounded Namid and her efforts. However, given the time frame was far more extended than that even of her life, she could more vividly understand her father's point rather than the foreigner's defense. After all, the world couldn't be that big, could it? A year was unfathomable, nothing could take that amount of time, certainly not returning to your family! Nineva tried to envision being separated from them all, how she would stop at nothing and be stopped by nothing in her desperation to return to Whisper Caverns, not even a snow storm (whatever that even was).



Therefor, the similarities she had so excitedly drawn between herself and this stranger were by now forgotten as she rallied behind the unforgiving words her parents leveled the diplomats with. The words of her mother made the point of it all even more clear to the girl. It wasn't just the lack of courtesy that had been extended to them, or even the worry Namid might have caused them. Her absence had cost the pack as a whole, becoming a detriment to it that Namid could have but chose not to remedy sooner. She hadn't just taken away from the leaders; her crime had taken away from everyone, and a pack could not be sustained while allowing such selfish crimes to go unpunished.



Her mother bared her teeth at the strangers, and Nineva found herself doing the same, tiny needles displayed to the shadows that cast over her. It didn't matter if they shared the same odd miscoloration of eyes; Namid was a criminal and criminals would never be forgiven.



Despite how harsh the Hervok monarchs had been in their damnation of the woman, Namid remained composed and gracious with her words. Unfortunately, this was not valued by the child either. Instead, she viewed it as acknowledgement by Namid that what her parents had determined was true. The woman and her russet friend took their leave, and cold youthful eyes watched every step. When her mother's voice once more lit upon the air, Nineva realized that it was her whom she was addressing. The girl's ears swept back to rest against her skull, tail limp as she crawled out from her hiding place. Narime helped to close the difference, and Nineva was relieved to see that her mother wasn't upset with her.



As she spoke, the child licked and nibbled at her mother's throat, both out of deference and affection. Each word was soaked deeply in, staining the fabric of her very being.



"I understand, mama," she affirmed, before the idea of food hit her ears and the princess perked up considerably. Tail wagging behind her now, she skipped ahead to her father and lavished upon him a kisses as well, appreciative both for to be receiving food soon, and for the invaluable lesson they had just gifted her.

/Nin's exit

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