It filled her with some kind of uncharacteristic rage that anyone, especially her very own blood, would think she had anything to do with his death, and then abundant, dizzying, yet well called-for disappointment in no one but herself piled into the remaining gaps left in her heart. It was like a slap to the face, because if she had any say in it, obviously, her sire would be standing at her side this very moment! Without a shadow of a doubt. Hell, she would most definitely want him--her father--to still be around in order to meet and converse with her darling, healthy cubs. To be proud of her huge accomplishments. To congratulate her on her milestones.
All of this—these numerous baffling achievements--and what does Rose get in return? Some sophisticated bloody she-bitch trotting up to her doorstep, requesting a playdate? Revenge for her “fallen” littermate? That hellbound woman broke up a family. Ruined Rose’s entire chance of a clean slate; some grand new beginning on the other side of the mountain..completely and utterly soiled before it even began. It seriously wasn’t supposed to happen this way. It was supposed to be no Willow Ridge, no haunting, depressing dead dad, just Shade and the two brand new bundles of joy. Karpos and Adsila. Her priorities.
Now what? Where is she to go? After patching up her wounds, metaphorically, and setting her head straight, Rosealia wobbled back into the Lore. This place isn’t even familiar anymore, to be honest. There are so many new scents wafting over her nose, all so overwhelming. It’s obvious that there is a pack nearby, though Rose is not sure which. Her brain buzzed as it processed this new information. Her body was in no shape to drag on, might as well make “camp” right here. Fuck the pack right now, they can do whatever they want with her. This territory is eerily silent, cluttered with flora and teeming with insect and prey life. She’s hungry, though her frame is far from bony. That adventure was not her first. Her first rodeo wasn’t as bad, though, that time the circumstances were admittedly something easier to cope with. THIS is something she doesn’t want to do over again, but she has a feeling that she’ll have to. She doesn’t know really anyone anymore, her sense of direction is alarmingly askew. You could say that it’s pretty much annihilated for now.The only good situation that crosses her mind is the instance of friendly natives who may or may not know of her family’s whereabouts. Assuming all three of them are alive and well. Hope for the best. Knowing Shade as well as she does, Rosealia is positive that he has things under control. He always does! Well.. The pups were left without the necessary nutrition to survive…Shade would have had to find another female bearing milk. Shame washed over her as she realized again, not for the first time, that she followed the same path as her own mother. Letting out a solemn, mind-clearing huff, Rose plopped her rump down beside a mammoth, mossy rock and waited patiently for someone to cross her path. Won’t take too long, she figured, this land is crawling with wolves of all shapes and sizes and personalities. The only thing she doesn’t want mother nature to hand to her is a Willow Ridge wolf. Simply put, that would be one unfortunate coincidence, seeing as they could be keeping a keen eye out for Shade and her. Being as she suspects that she is on the opposite side of the mountain, she sees that there is no need to fret.
Their abrupt “betrayal” wasn’t exactly seen heroic or worthy of respect, but it HAD to happen. There was no alternate safe or ideal way around their romantic elope. All in all, it was for the absolute best. Had they revealed their game plan—secret--to Elettra, it would’ve been fatal. Besides, they both actually wanted to raise a family together, as a pair, and a pack was soon to follow.
Glancing to the sky and peering through the holes in the canopy, Rose noticed the gray-tinted clouds and shifted in her seat. She briefly prepared herself for the rain, but only expected a light, friendly drizzle. The trees would mostly protect her, anyways.
"speech"
WILLOW RIDGE FOREVAH!