Wildflower Glade The Martyr

Ashanti watched as the man cursed her, telling her to hold her tongue. She wasn't affected at all and she had latched herself onto him in a threatening manner. He managed to shaker her off, and he ran with his tail between his legs. She couldn't help but chuckle at her victory. All words, no bite in him, and I doubt I'll be seeing him again. She knew as she turned to leave, to get back to her pup since she saw no use in chasing him. The fight was a bit refreshing to her, she still had her older spirit, the one from before she had met Nina. For that matter, she would have to tell Nina about the encounter and to watch out. A wolf set on their beliefs was a dangerous one at times.

As she trotted away, she knew that everything was going to be alright in the end, there was no erasing what had happened, but she also knew that she was alive and she had her son to protect. She was... curious as to how her son would turn out, after all who wouldn't be? Her eyes were calm as she was almost back to her child. Bane Athelisa Aranna, the one who reminded her of the end. It wasn't just about her best friend, the one who said that he would come back for her when he could, and that they would be each other's forever. More of childhood sweethearts, but she figured if she was having a child she would name her after him.

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