Arrow Lake we are the ones who will never be broken

She stared at his shoulder, with concern and he dipped his muzzle down. That one hurt the worse. The one on his face was uncomfortable, but not bleeding. Reyson hadn't been worried about the pack issues. He simply didn't like that he had accidentally lied to the femme. It sat ill with him.

Reyson shifted and moved to his knees and then his stomach, finally turning so that she could reach the shoulder. He was not completely flat on his side, but he was certainly tilted and wasn't fond of it, for here he was at her mercy, but he doubted she would try anything.

He gave a soft hiss between canines as she pressed into the wound, but he didn't move. Settling. Though his stomach tightened at the pain. Which was a reaction he had always had. Then it would ease. Pain meant you were alive. He repeated that mantra over and over again inside his head, until the sting subsided, and he was able to focus again.

He saw her lips tightening and he spoke softly. It is dead.

He didn't know if that was the cause of her tightened lips, or she was simply worried for his wounds. But he felt the need to share that.

Reyson frowned in thought. It is what I thought as well. I do not know all the particulars, because it is not my place. But it seems that Lady Aquene was set for Epoch, when Imperator Germanicus, asked her to fill the position of Matrona in Matrona Ruenna's stead. It sounds as if, this caused ill feelings between our leader and your own. Though we are allies, we no longer hold affiliation to each other as separate halves of one entity. We are separate packs, not packs that are together.