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Now free from the position herself, Aneline felt nothing but pride for the young man who had assumed the role of Berserkr. She still held the title in high regard, even though she had left it behind- and Mulherin sported the honour so well, with a hint of pride that she felt he was quite entitled to have. 

She squinted though, at the mention of both Avicus and Masque leaving. ”What?” She whispered incredulously. In the narrowing of her eyes was skepticism toward the Wealda for having the gall to rip the pack apart- and then bail on it yet again. But her ire was steadied by the shock of learning that Masque had left too. 

Deftly she nodded at the mention of Redd’s natural ascension- something that was likely long overdue. 

”Mul,” Her disappointment tinted her voice. His mother had left him yet again- part of her wanted to return to the Rise just so she could forbid Avicus’ return should she show up again. She shook her head. ”I’m thorry you’ve grown up with a family that jutht keepth bailin’ on you, an’ on the pack.” Remorse gleamed in the corners of her eyes. ”I know I left too, I jutht thought I didn’t have a choithe. I couldn’t make you an’ the otherth thuffer whatever would’ve happened if I’d thtayed.” She explained, and her ears fell back. ”I can’t fuckin’ believe your Ma went off again, aftuh all that…An’ Mathque? Why the fuck would Mathque leave?” None of it made sense.