Her appetite in that moment was dismal, but she continued to pluck away at the meal provided to her by her comrade. The cubs could use the nourishment and such a thought was always at the forefront of her mind – but she did not only consider the well-being of her youngest offspring, but also to her first litter. Karina was apprenticing with the man before her, and she questioned the values her daughter might be learning from him, rather than Lachesis or Naia.
The description he gave was a wolf she very well could have been all too familiar with. Ash was a wolf she had run in to before, and his temper had almost got the better of him. Brown, red and gold with bright green eyes – and yet, the description itself was not enough to go on. But it was certainly something that intrigued her.
If it indeed was Ash – perhaps their allies would be more helpful in bringing down the Whisper Caverns pack.
But did she want them to? Or was she simply set on doing it herself, once their numbers had grown and they held more warriors within their ranks?
She kept these thoughts to herself, offering a small ‘hum’ of acknowledgement to his initial words. Ash of Whisper Caverns or not, she would not withhold the information from Minka. If it had been her and Maksim had been murdered – she would have heads roll until she found the one who had done the deed.
“Yes, I would like you to describe him to her,” she offered, her tongue smoothing over her lips as she pulled away from the meal. “We don’t need to deal with Gent just yet – Minka and her mate are the ones we have made an alliance with – if this Gent fellow is now the leader, and proves to not line up with our best interests, then Maksim and I will need to discuss if it is time to separate ourselves from them.”
Maksim was a busy man – but he would make time for this, and he would certainly take it seriously. Yet it was Kjors next words that caused the she-wolf to glance up to him, studying him quietly. She had never seen the male uncomfortable before, and yet he motioned between them with his paw, stirring her wolfish brows to arch slightly. “Yes,” she agreed finally, refraining from questioning him about his past, or what he truly meant by his statement. “I’ll try not to make that too hard for you.” There was a hint of humor in her tones, but it was shadowed by the news he had delivered her – something she could not shake.
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