Iridescent Lagoon Hell is empty and all the devils are here

Only know you've been high when you're feeling low

She could still surprise him, that was for sure. "Can't have that now can we." He peered back to her, mirth in the golden hues of his eyes at the expression she wore. But, he didn't laugh out loud. He did as he was requested to, pulling himself to stand beside her, not caring their furs mingled together. It seemed it would be worth the effort even if she scolded him.

Mindful, his silver mask became reserved as he tumbled ideas around. Of course she hinted how Skoll could have been the one to step up and help, but it seemed there was doubt about the idea. If it would be the right thing. Ren wondered if the dark brute had changed in his absence, how single fatherhood was treating him. Until he saw him, he couldn't give his opinion on the matter. It was clear he should probably find out. He needed to know what side Skoll would be on. The dark's own or his sister's.

Ren wasn't so dense not to know what she was really saying. Could she rely on him? Could he step up? Part of him was bitter Skoll could even be an option in her mind, and wanted to let her fuss that it would be the only option she had for the time being. But, really was Renier any better? Would the pack follow him? It would have to be a small changes. He had just got back. There was something more tugging on him. Recently he had never had a clear vision of his future, nor what it would be like with Morganna. Now, it seemed like there was only one path they could both take. He wasn't sure what about the idea that sent his teeth on edge. Was it the inkling he had that Morganna cared for Sven in the absence of a mother and was protective and fond of the child?  The closeness she had drawn from her brother? How this all might further complicate everything and anything between them. Or if her mother, and his uncle wouldn't like the idea he and Morganna leading the Ridge.

Why he wished he could give her a solid answer, erasing all her doubts, and ridding her of her fears. He didn't feel it was his place to do so, not yet. He was doubtful himself, and wondered if she knew what she really wanted. Did she want to rule the Ridge? Did that include him by her side? He had to be sure before he did anything. In the end they would both have to learn to trust each other. "I can't say I would be better than Skoll at the moment, but I will follow you, and try to ease your burden."

It was as much of an answer as she could have expected, and her small nod of acknowledgement was all she could bring herself to offer in response. The way his fur had mingled with her hadn't gone beyond her notice, but even that bought with it heavily conflicting emotions. She wanted to take hope from the gesture, so why was there a niggling feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach. She cleared her throat, forcing a smile back to her face as she turned back towards the Willows. "We'd best be gettin' home then."


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