The threat hung in her gaze that he better check his tone, but only loosely. The storm that waged within her head was now focused on Ice, and <i>why</i> he would've come to the borders with Marsh. A desperate want to seek him out and ask him herself was tugging at her, but Ava was a realistic wolf as much as she was an emotional one. There was no way in hell she was going back to Swift River's borders, and besides that there was no guarantee she could find him in a timely manner somewhere outside his own walls. Besides, they weren't on the... greatest terms. Finally she cast her eyes away from Vafri, focusing her dark stare on the ground. All that anger was quite exhausting, but the bad blood was draining now.
<i>This time,</i> she decided, she would allow it to let go. Their children were in danger and it would be a better idea to focus her animosity on Swift River rather than her packmates... although Kegan was practically begging for her teeth to sink into his dumb hide. <i>He</i> had been stupid enough to wander into another pack's land - regardless of whose pack - and stupider to <i>lose</i> a fellow packmate? Perhaps Darwin could take care of this one, Ava realized with a snort. Athena berated him and then took her leave, but Ava couldn't help but to speak her own. "<b>On what forsaken island were you raised? There is no way you could've grown up <i>not</i> knowing that you must respect a pack's borders, and yet you went trundling right in to the <i>worst</i> one. Next time they'll get you. And I won't mourn the loss.</b>"
The thought was morbid, and yet she found that deep within herself she meant it just as much as she didn't. Life was poisoning the female, hardening her honey eyes to amber stone. Perhaps later tonight she would venture beyond the beyond the border for a mind-purging run, but right now she was still in the situation and she still had to <i>deal with it</i>. Giving a disgrunted shrug she turned away from the two males and stalked idly after Athena, though she was not on the way to check up on Naira, rather to the stores of herbs that were hidden among the stone dens that made up their pack living space.
"<b>You'll follow if you're not keen on infection,</b>" she called over her shoulder, voice finally devoid of emotion. Rather it was hollow, tired. Let the drama just be over with...
(This post was last modified: May 30, 2012, 11:09 PM by Ava.)