the sun hasn't died - Printable Version

Leading a pack wasn’t all that stressful, really. It should not have been but from her last encounter with Spectre, she could not help but feel like the woman was holding something back. As if he was afraid to tell Anastasia about what had happened because Ana had let Beelzebub into the pack. Everyone deserved a place to be, she thought. Nothing about him had ever triggered her to believe that he was a bad guy… besides the fact that he trespassed across borders and his only excuse was because he wanted to find her and not let anyone else tell him he couldn’t. She figured he would learn a lesson and not do it elsewhere, it was bad. Frown upon, even.

This broken china doll looked upon her source of comfort with tired eyes, finding that all this worry and upset had caused her to feel quite exhausted. The two of them were thick as thieves and she hoped that everything would end well for the two of them. She had understood since they got here that XIX was happy here with Shade and Capella, the rest of the crew, and that he was very pleased with his healer training. That also meant that if she ever changed her mind to join Reaper, well, he wouldn’t be following her regardless of where she was. The two just had not seen eye to eye but with how she felt about her position being in question (she assumed because of Bee) she had begun to consider the option as a backup.

<b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:12px; color:#2AA6E0;">“Let’s go back to the den and take a nap,” it was likely much cooler in the den and that way they weren’t out in the open for all to see the mess that she was. The two of them picked themselves up and offered each other a quick wolf-ish hug before taking a swift journey back to the den for the day.