Whitestone Monadnock Do you hear the people sing?

12th March. Evening when Morganna returns home.

She had made it back after dark and sauntered in to the den as if she had never been gone, a kiss delivered to @Wraith's forehead before she wrapped herself around @Piety and rested her head across the white woman's neck. They had the space to themselves, Lorcan was still missing, Craw still occupied with his old family, Greer searching out his mountain girlfriend and Saradathia and Anaia were probably doing whatever it was that littermate sisters did. Kara was probably searching out something to try and drop on their heads and no doubt Mittani was schmoozing the mousy one... She hoped they were prepared for the consequences if anything came from it.

When had they all become so disjointed from one another? It was the Willows all over again.

Her heavy sigh filled the den, the problem with going anywhere away from the pack was that it left her with time to think. She had asked Craw to lead beside her becasue she needed someone she could depend on but ever since the northern wolves came she had hardly caught a whiff of him in passing. Wraith was picking up all the slack and more. Perhaps she was done with waiting. "Well, looks like 'e's made 'is mind up." Just as well, becasue it would seem she had as well.

 

She was dozing off in the den with small chatter here and there with Wraith. It was so empty in here. Wolves dispersed amongst the lands as if they weren't a pack. She hadn't openly asked if Wraith was concerned or noticed but she was positive he felt the same. At least a little bit.

Right when she was about to drift off she caught a whiff of her missed alpha. Her head lifted up as her tail beat against the ground. Sure Wraith got a kiss on the forehead but she was the one who Morganna came to rest with. A soft happy whine was released when the dark Archer curled up and rested on her neck. Now that Morganna was home Piety could worry about one less wolf roaming about. It felt good to have the dark female back in the den.

The dove was hoping that Wraith would scoot a bit closer now that Morg had made herself comfortable. Her good ear perked slightly at Morganna's words. It was no secret that they couldn't wait forever for Craw to make a better appearance amongst his own. Then again were the Monadnock wolves really his own or did he consider the northerners better than them? She wasn't going to stick her nose deeper into that situation than it already was.

A bit at a loss of what to say, Piety looked at Wraith hoping his way with words would come in handy.

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