Whisper Marsh We are water

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Greer not like Hecate, Greer not trust Hecate, and clearly he had good reason not to, but what came next put her on edge. Go behind Morg. She didn't ask how, or why. Skoll's bitches were always secretly power hungry things she was sure, but she would take his words under advisement, and conveyed as much with a nod. He had a habit of being missed, blending into the background, and his relative silence (which some might mistake for stupidity) made it easier for him to pick up information others might drop when they thought their companion perhaps wouldn't comprehend, or they thought themselves alone. It was a skill set she would miss having at her disposal when he eventually decided to leave.

His next bit of information explained a lot, but that didn't stop the furrow of her brow when she realised Tannis was no longer around. Such a shame, she smirked at the memories, more than a little hurt he didn't come and try to join the Ridge, or at least say goodbye. She wondered whether or not the Corvinus finally caught up with him. Something she never found out though still niggled at the back of her mind. "Did you know the White King's name?" She wasn't sure why it mattered now, beyond a historical perspective, in case any came around looking for him she supposed. Her stomach gave an audible growl and she bumped against her brother again. "Morg hungry, wanna hunt?"

(This post was last modified: Apr 19, 2016, 09:34 PM by Morganna.)

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Morganna understood him and his quiet demeanour. She never pushed him to speak outside of his comfort level, nor did she press for details when she could gather her own. The current queen allowed him to speak as the words came to him; she did not rush him or scold him. Sometimes Greer felt as though his sister understood him more than his own mother — but perhaps that was only due to their close proximity in age.

A wallflower was one of the best ways to describe the shadow. His silent nature and haunting physique allowed him to linger in the shadows and observe those around him without being detected. He was able to calculate which way the wind was gong to ensure he was positioned upwind of those he was stalking and remained unnoticed. It was an exceptional skill, one that the wanted to continue to provide to Morganna and his family even after his departure. After all, his loyalties would always remain with the Ridge wolves regardless of where he went.

“Phineas,” he answered with a soft nod as he pulled the name from the dark corners of his mind. He rarely remembered names — he never did plan on encountering the same wolf twice — but the name of the fallen white king remained with the shadow as a result of his many conversations with his redheaded friend. At her next question the boy nodded once more, this time more enthusiastically. “Yes, hunt,” he agreed with a toothy grin, a swish of his tail dismissing their conversation as he bumped his shoulder to hers. Without another word, the shadow lunged forward with his sister close behind as they prowled through the marsh for something to eat.