Oh, sure, she liked Namid’s children just fine. Liked looking after the trio just about more than she did anything else, but things change, and sometimes, it wasn’t for the better. The only thing that felt solid was the trail beneath her feet, the churn of snow – it wasn’t as good as the sun-warmed earth, but it was the only thing that tethered her to the world at all. It was a short string, that kept her tangled inside legs and limbs, and she kept churning forward as she stared onward with fading embers, twins in life, and twins as they slowly dimmed.
No no no no no.
It was like a mantra, but it was not loud enough to drown out the sound of Kajika calling after her. The wanna be scout slowed, halting as she glanced over her shoulder. One leg was held up as she rested, ears plastered against her head as she waited for the inevitable. Would he yell and scream? Or would he simply tackle her to the ground and take what he wanted?
You're not the lowest anymore and what you think does matter, your opinion matters especially to me. That not how it has to be anymore.
Your opinion matters, Des. I’m going to ask the alphas for puppies without asking you, Des. Feh! She was such an idiot to even consider believing such things. Lowest of the low. What did they get? What did they say? Did it matter if it held no baring? “So talk,” she gasped, eyes ringed with white. “Say your words.” They were only words, after all.