Sex: FemaleOpen to anyone, just trying to write up some pack story for the OTB folks
Things had been, different, since they had joined the Draw. Quieter. Simpler it seemed.They had routines just like any other pack but Treyah ran hers with a much looser paw than her sister. And her mate it seemed was almost non-existent, squirreling himself away in the infirmary den to treat some kind of infection. And things went on. Life went on, all the quiet days blended together and yet every morning was like a counter since the mountain. A counter since Serach.
The silver woman helped where she could. Going on hunting expeditions, patrolling the borders, watching the cubs who were basically teenagers now, anything else anyone needed. She interacted enough that she thought everyone would think she was doing at least okay, before pulling back into a recluse. Making the excuse of a private project or searching for something oddly specific that no, she definitely didn’t need any help finding. She spent her time with her children, always an open ear if they needed it but, she never spoke of her own feelings about their father’s death.
That was what Aquilas did best. Though she still claimed herself to be a Donata, it was Aquila blood in her veins that allowed her to take all her pain and bottle it up. She herself was a silver stone mountain, her blue eyes the icy craigs on top, cold and frozen and not letting anyone else in. Which was how she now sat at the borders, not doing much of anything, but not willing to be caught not doing anything either. If anyone were to arrive she would say she had noticed increased prey traffic through the woods in this area and she was hoping to get lucky.
God knows she hadn’t been lucky in at least a year.