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his words, despite herself, had a flicker of irritation stir in her gut, undetected, hardly acted on. but it was there, and she knew why, as he continued. she had allowed herself to become weak, to become attached and to change her ways. and that had hardly ended well for her, while she knew the Blackfeather pack still stood, still stood through all the changes and failings in her own life this past year. she would no longer be weak, would not allow it. 

"You speak wisely," she admitted shamelessly, knowing his words to be true. Yearning for companionship, for a pack to run with, was perhaps what had led to her following for so very long with nought to offer for it. "I have followed the wrong individuals for far too long, perhaps as a cost of my own folly." She would not repeat that mistake, realising slowly that Vengeance's words might have been the precise cause of all the failings in the past.

she considered a moment, asking then, "What of you, Vengeance? Do you take pleasure in the solitary life, or simply bear it?" Obviously he would not be actively seeking a pack, as his ideals had just spoken against. But she wondered if the life of a loner was something he admired. Even for her, the woman often refered to as "cold" and "heartless", could not honestly say that she wished to remain a loner.