memories adorned with bittersweet tendencies stroll with languid indifference throughout her mind as she lingers at the edge of the humming glade. the meadow sprawls before her, a coruscating carpet of sun kissed vibrance whilst the breeze twirling above it carries the pleasing scents of flowering life towards the dove as she leaned back against the firm trunk standing sentry with its comrades around the nestled clearing behind her. she blinks ruefully to the dapples prancing across her paws with the rustle of the verdant canopy above, remembering regarding this very feat in what could be this exact spot all that time ago. 

in fact, as she is drawn back to the glow of the meadow, she can picture with painful ease the image of her as a mere child peering tentatively at the foreboding gloom in which present her currently resided within. a melancholic smile presses to angular features at the image. her parents had long since given up keeping her confined to the borders of swiftcurrent creek and had allowed the frequent trips to the lively meadow but on that particular day the whispered wanderlust had been too great to ignore and so she'd approached the enthralling treeline. of course, after overcoming any traitorous misgivings and plunging into the eddying gloom, it had become clear that this was in fact not a forest but a carefully protected gem. 

muscles shift to crane her neck as she gazes back into the clearing, the awe to have struck her the first time she'd witnessed the emerald glade with its babbling stream and carefully strewn rocks still stirring within her chest. and she half expected to witness the thundering lump of stormy fluff that was @Clay to come barreling towards her with disconcerting speed; his father not too far behind. 

her heart constricts tightly within the confines of her chest, flailing at the emotions spiralling throughout her. not quite sadness and yet not joy either, some strange inbetween that left her utterly breathless with its intensity. so much had changed since that day, too much to even begin to let her mind delve into. and yet despite the staggering strife to have been inflicted upon her over the past year, she cannot say that she is dreadfully unhappy with her life as of now. there are things she would do anything to have the control to change and recent events still struck her with cruel claws, but admitting she loved the home and wolves she resided with now was not a betrayal to those she lost and missed.

a slight start as she stirs from her reverie, soft chuff rippling along the breeze to twirl about velveteen ears as curious eyes waste no time in pinpointing his location. instinct guides her to lighten the weight pressed upon the earth, muscles pushing into her toes lest she need to make a hasty escape but she is appreciative once noting his ceased movements. a clement smile is offered as she marvels at the way in which the shifting light streaming from the shivering canopy drops its gossamer glow upon him, spinning the shadows adorning his pelt into magnificent bronze. a swish of her feathery plume as her svelte figure steals across the dappled floor to close some of that yawning distance between them, pressing gaze unabashed in its intensity as she blinks up at the startling gold of his. and yet, there appears to be a weariness to him, something she can sympathize with all too well as melancholic shadows strangle the pierce of his glowing gaze. 

however she is met with pleased surprise by the scent adorning his burly figure, the pack from the mountain vale! this sparks more fervent in her smile, eager at the potential information she could gather for valette about his pack. but she must sate herself lest she frighten him off with off the bat interrogation and so with a slight bird like cock to her head; she'd lilt by means of greeting "beautiful here, isn't it?" and awe pressed eyes would skip from the mountain man to sweep over both the lustrous meadow and tranquil glade beaming and humming on either side of them.

a satisfied nod at his extol is granted as her ardent look flicks back to glimmer upon him. having already been in quite the reminiscent state, she cannot help but wonder idly what exactly will this man mean to her a year from now. will this be the only time they ever meet and as time trudges on shall memories deem them but an affable stranger met one summer day? or like clay shall their histories come to intertwine in bizzare ways that neither of them could ever have predicted. eyes drift to the coruscating canopy, leaves shivering at the touch of the sprightly breeze that tugged at both her and her company's own curled hairs. if she'd never met clay and his father that day than would she ever have joined easthollow? no, it went much further back than that; she never would have even fallen into the clawed clutches of the nightwalkers. what exactly would her life be like now had she never breached the gloom of the daunting treeline the same day that the easthollian prince had ventured forth with his father? she blinks back to the man, feeling inexplicably jittery at the riveting energy squirming within as her conjecture taunted her mind further; would her decision to visit the glade today have the same rioting effect on her future? her heart skipped feverishly. 

collision. she grins, a tad touched to be referred to something as mature as miss. her head dips in a polite nod before returning "pleased to meet you collision, i'm polaris" she rolls her shoulders back, allowing haunches to ease her into an easy sit as she regards him with open curiosity. why is he all the way out here? a scout perhaps, gathering information on the nearby territories? yet she cannot shake the inkling that there is something dragging on his soul, perhaps more noticeable to her now that she too carried fresh scars upon her conscience. yet it seems much too personal to pry on such a matter and so she settles with inquiring "you come from the mountains right? what brings you here?"

her gaze is tugged to the distant peaks, still cringing a little inwardly at their brazen display. her trip with west had surely helped a lot, she'd no longer hesitate in the face of their sneering slopes and of course the fact that they had in fact not been successful in the destruction of her family was a large factor in itself and yet...the memory of their rage was far from forgotten. her chin tips upwards a little, no she'd never trust those slumbering beasts but no longer did she live in fear of them. hell she was stronger then that.

she is blinking out at the flamboyant display of each flower's sprightly dance throughout the meadow when collision speaks, making a mental note to bring alsek here at some stage. the little raven boy would certainly find joy in the splendour of this carpet adorned in such bold vibrancy. she squints a little when turning back, adjusting to the contrasting gloom stroking its shadows around them both under the sheltered canopy. a quick nod at his affirmation, pleased at her success despite having not doubted it for a moment. but she cannot resist the claws of curiosity as she nips thoughtfully at her lip, she is no stranger to the need to let wanderlust paws follow the hum of the breeze and guide you swiftly forth from the confines of your territory but...as he continues her hunch is strengthened, his reasons for this trip must go beyond the yearn to wander if he sought distraction, right? she's not sure why she cares quite so much, sure it is no joy to her to witness the internal turmoil of another but the vehement nature of her desire to learn what exactly troubles him catches her by surprise. perhaps it simply comes down to wanting her own form of distraction, to fruitlessly play at figuring out someone else's going on's is an appreciated break from dwelling on her own. 

"yes, distraction in the form of company certainly is always welcome" she hums in mused agreement, recalling her own such antics in the outlandish stretch of time spent between the whitebark stream and easthollow borders. looking back on it now felt like witnessing some odd fever dream and she shifts a little uncomfortably, having no desire to let her mind take that trip right now. "my home's just over there" she explains, listlessly gesturing in the direction of the hollow's borders as she continues "i just love how beautiful and serene this place is, a lot of wolves from the outside see it as but a forest and hence continue on without giving it a second glance. you have to brave the gloom to realise its just a dense treeline with this gem embraced within" her features seem to glow with fervour when she speaks of their winsome surroundings, pushing to a smooth stand as she prowled past the trees with an inviting swoop of her tail for him to follow. 

presuming he too rambled forth, she'd settle amongst the glade's verdant clutch beside its humming stream; relishing in the sun's full potent as it stroked the curves of her svelte figure. allowing her lustrous look to trail the progression of a butterfly, she'd ask curiously "i don't mean to pry...but i happened to pass the fringes of your pack not too long ago and i'm very curious since i believe you's are relatively new, what's it like? actually, i'm getting ahead of myself- what's it called? mine's named easthollow, to make it fair" she abandoned visually pursuing the delicate critter to look upon him once more, enjoying the way in which the sun's kiss truly brought his sleek pelt to life with glowing lustre.

although perhaps easy to deem her as but a whimsical sprite, distrait in her frequent marvels, polaris does not lack astute vigilance. it is with a slight furrowing of slender brows that she notes the departure of his clement smile at her query on his pack, such a motion feeding the hungering curiosity licking its fire within. ears tilt to attention at his response, eyes wide in their intrigued wonder as she carefully holds the key points, zeal already bubbling at the thought of getting to tell valette that she'd gathered information on one of the teekon's newer residents. reneian empire, it sounded regal, proud....and led by a reiko, an unfamiliar name but stowed away with equal care. she found fascination in the amount of groups set up throughout the vast territories, all varying so greatly in both location and alignment. one thing however...."a kingdom?" this was new to her, having only lingered within the clutch of packs centered around family asides from the nightwalkers, whom she deemed as but a nonsensical group of barbarians, she was quite unfamiliar with the notion of a monarchy and was eager to remedy this. 

irradiant gaze lifts now to peer upon hazy skies, quite interested by this leading style. she could understand it, the ethereal nature of the sun, moon and stars as they winked down on the little infinitesimal beings that venerated their very existence were indeed enthralling. however, as in tune in nature as she was, polaris was not a creature kissed by the spiritual ilk and so it was difficult to imagine allowing these celestial bodies to determine how you should treat your wolves. "she must trust them a lot" she muses, slender snout still tilted upwards "the sun, moon and stars i mean. they inspire wonder in me yes but, they're so detached from us, i'd struggle to trust them to care about us all enough to base how i lead my wolves on their antics alone." she looks back to the melancholy sentry, timidly asking, unsure as to whether it crossed any boundaries "does it work well for you's? their influence on her decisions?" 

when the conversation is focused upon her once more, the little dove would shift her weight with an exultant smile as her head dipped in a quick nod. "i love it" she affirms without dubiety and as her focus shifts idly to where lush blades of grass stretched across minute paws, she added softly "they took me in when i had nothing, they believed in me" a hasty shrug then, eyes lifting just enough to focus not without a touch of rue upon the babbling stream. she owed a lot to valette and her people.

his body lays itself upon the cushioned floor and she finds her gaze inadvertently tugged to the stirring of large paws, idle blink as they kneaded restlessly upon the pliable bank. a familiar motion considering polaris' own difficulty to remain sated in stillness for long, or the tendency she carried to use movement to alleviate stress. but before she can dwell much on such a small tick and what it may contribute to her budding suspicions that fed an ever growing trickle of concern for the affable man, he spoke and snatched her focus back to the foreign concept on which his pack was built upon. head tilts again in that quick bird like movement, tail fluttering where it lay amongst curling blades as she ran these terms over her mind; empress, queen? utterly alien to the girl and yet, they sounded so...."powerful" she breathes, the word deserved to be held only by those of blazing potent, she had a thrilling suspicion that it took a lot to live up to such a title and it sparked a hunger within to meet those that considered themselves moxie enough to brand themselves so. 

it took a moment to stir enough from the grasp of her reverie to realise that her blurt had led to an abruptly dead end and she'd grin a little bashfully before adding with haste "sorry! those titles i mean, they sound pretty powerful but no, i've never ever heard of them before. i like them though....do you know if they mean anything?" how utterly enthralling though, a kingdom led by an empress and her queen, what beautiful names! it all seemed rather eternal, as if she were uncovering something ancient and revered. a curious glance at his contradictory reponse as she shifts her position, eager to hear where such a statement would take them next. lips are tugged down in the place of a thoughtful frown, vigilant press to her look deepened as it narrows. polaris tended to be quick to announce her opinions before pondering too hard on them, and so her jaw had already loosened in preparation to launch her return to that query when he swooped in first with a finishing statement. was? this got stranger by the second and he appeared...well if she was honest he seemed conflicted more than anything. studying him for a few moments of stirring silence; she'd finally muse mildly "i disagree, being a leader doesn't just mean wielding the power it...it means you have the responsibility of caring for those you offer your home to. it is completely your place to speak on it, adapting your ways to keep those you lead content is what makes a good leader. leaders still need to learn too, and how will they ever do that if their wolves feel they shouldn't speak up? in my opinion, a strong leader is one who does what they must to look out for those that trust in their guidance, it can take great bravery to change your ways for the greater good"

her voice would trill with vehemence by the end of her spiel, chest rising and falling swiftly with the buzz of it. yet she'd find herself glancing sheepishly at pale paws in the aftermath, ears tilting back; had that all been just a bit too gung ho? licking at her lips, she'd rub a paw back and forth along the dampened earth whilst mumbling "sorry, i hope i didn't overstep there. i don't know your leader of course and that obviously wasn't directly aimed at her i just feel...well you always deserve a say you know?" a look of kissed lustre would lift back to rest upon his reclined figure, oh what could it be that chewed at him so? like an irksome tick settled just out of reach, helpless to do anything but writhe under whilst it stubbornly festered. 

ardent smile graces her features once more, invigorated nod expressing her agreement as she lilts "we're led by the matriarch valette and her mate, the patriarch greyback. they are quite amazing, so kind and yet...so strong too, valette is like family to me already" she shrugs it off like its nothing but the gleam to the look that blinks off in the distance of the hollow betrays her bliss in itself. a few moments pass in which she allows the hum of of the whimsical breeze tickling the nearby trees and the reassuring babble of the stream to twirl at the fringes of veleveteen ears before inhaling deeply and shifting focus back to her company. there was no harm in asking right? he didn't have to answer if he didn't wish to after all.

"can i ask you something? you don't have to answer if i'm prying into something i shouldn't or perhaps i'm wrong altogether but are you...are you alright? you seem uh" okay this was way harder to word appropriately than she'd figured, she really ought to get better at just keeping her mouth shut. "i guess you just seem like something's bothering you and sometimes it's easier to share that with a stranger than someone you know so if you'd like to talk about anything, please feel free to" a hopeless shrug then, ears pressed to her head as she blinked off; utterly flushed. talk about making a shamble of things but, after everything with papa, hadn't it been strangers she'd wished to surround herself with in the early days? the idea of facing those she knew too difficult to bear, she hated feeling helpless in any situation and so if she was correct about his melancholy and if lending an ear could help then she'd want nothing more.

the sun kisses drops of liquid gold upon the water's dancing surface, enrapturing gleam of a beauty so pure that it stung at the clouded eyes of mortals that dared focus their greed upon the earth's frivolity. and yet, polaris found herself trapped in its treacherous clutch, unable to tear salt stung eyes from the rolling lights perched upon the mettlesome stream. it snakes forth barbed tendrils reeking of deja vu and the dove feels herself frowning, chilled as if the cool waters had hugged at her very figure. and as quick as it came, it passes over like an irksome cloud and with a mere shiver she is freed. how peculiar. shaking her head to remove the last scraps of the dwam clinging on stubbornly, she chose to pin it down as but whispers of distant memories spent along the creek. with the recent arrival of serpentine figures prowling hungrily through her mind, hissing in her dreams, it didn't come as much of a surprise for something as simple as the way in which the very water stole the sun's proud beams as its own to evoke some sort of recollection of her own creek staring back in such a manner. 

her look is torn roughly from the shivering surface, jaw tight despite maintaining an otherwise relaxed demeanour. the glade hummed merrily, light cradling each and every specimen flourishing under her glow- including polaris. a steadying inhale as she straightened, focusing on the way in which the warmth pressed against her skin, seeped languidly into pale bones; screw the fucking shadows- they were perverse and weak; doomed only to exist in the absence of light. no denying they were sly, they would steal your loved ones and beat you into the dirt whilst crooning in your ears and coaxing you away from the brightness. but in the end, all it took was to ignore them and remain tall in the light's embrace and you would persevere, you would win. she would allow nothing to convince her otherwise and she would not let the gloom of the tainted parts of her mind to spread their plague; they would be chased out. because to let the fate of her papa's passing, to have him associate with what lured her into the grasp of tenebrous claws- that would be the ultimate betrayal. and polaris was not going to betray him again. 

ears flutter to catch the rumbled words of her company, hasty blinks removing her focus from the intricate caverns of her mind and back to the wayward sentry. his response is well mused and appreciated in its depth as she mulls quietly over what lingered beneath each syllable to tumble from the melancholic parting of his weary jaws. it is certainly not untrue and polaris blinks off towards the presumptuous mountains, to where she knew the graveyard of swiftcurrent creek lay nestled by what had ultimately caused its family's downfall. she supposes, if she looks hard at the young girl that stands in the place of the child that had wondered at the world from the creek's borders, she could see the ways in which the world had pulled and prodded at her to mould her to suit its wishes. she was sharper, angrier, somehow both braver and weaker than the child that had trusted in the world and her beauty, refusing to see the festering cruelty that rotted beneath the pretty smile. 

she is quite randomly reminded of meeting the moonspearian wolf all that time ago. when he had acknowledged the nightwalker stench taking up residence on her pelt she had fled in fear of what that knowledge would mean for how he would treat her. it was with a scrap of confidence that she could confirm she would never have fled such a situation now, in fact she never would have fallen prey to the nightwalkers in the first place but....she had also smiled and relished in the beauty of the world when discovering fireflies with him; if she were trapped in such a place of darkness now would she still have it in her to marvel at these wonders? or deem them as nonsensical things the world used to aid her allure and keep us under her pressing finger? she wonders how he has been shaped by the happenings of life, and what situations had stolen parts of him and offered other things to replace them with? "the lives we live and what happens in them certainly changes us all, i am a victim to it as are you and as is nearly anyone you will come across in these wilds but...i believe we may have more control over it than we even like to believe. sometimes it is easier to blame the world itself, hell i do it all the time but...we let it do these things to us. two very different wolves have told me the same thing in terms of loss, one of them told me it to be supportive and the other told me it to be malicious and yet the message was pretty much the same; we endure these horrible things and they will change us in their severity but...it is up to us how we let it change us and we have to remember that."

she blinks back to his gleaming figure, weary smile pressed to charcoal lips. black hat had said it to her in the hopes that he could lure her into the nightwalker's shadows, use her pain to warp her into a bitter soldier under the pretense of calling it strength whilst valette had told her it hoping that she could take those words and realise that she had the power to live a life that those passed on would have wished for her, one that she wouldn't look back on with regret when the day came that she too would return to the earth. "i hope that whatever it is that has made you believe that silence is the answer...i hope you can find it in yourself to stand above it, to think about what you deserve and fight for it. i think it might be one of the hardest things to do and honestly i don't know if i've mastered it yet but i am trying, and i suppose that's good enough right now" teeth fumble with the delicate skin of her lip as she looks back to the swaying grass curling over her paws. it isn't that she's not used to talking to strangers, she'd always enjoyed conversing with different beings but it was not often that she delved this deep into the misgivings and hopes of her mind with even those she knew well. it was both uncanny and liberating, the two intertwining in a way that made her heart press hard at her chest and left her in some ways breathless. 

a dainty smile at his words as she hums back "thank you- and i'm not sure on your situation collision but i hope you too manage to find such a thing" she supposes she was lucky in that sense. she'd grown up with parents that had been strong, cordial and stalwart alphas and although that had been robbed from her much too early and she'd fallen in with the barbaric ruffians that were the nightwalkers for a while, she'd eventually fled them and gotten to stay with ronan in amethyst keep, all affable wolves, until strong enough to return to the teekons and seek shelter in the potent easthollow. if budding suspicions were correct in assuming that something in renian empire was causing him strife, would he find the strength to overcome it or if such a thing were not possible, to leave it all behind? it was not as easy as it sounded to leave, she understood that much. but it really did make all the difference if you could succeed.

but he does not shut dowm her offer and that is certainly something in itself as the girl listens to the desloate man spin his tale. and there is something about the raw emotion riding upon the words twisting through the air that lodges them so deep within her chest as wide eyes focus only on him. for her own nerves are still tender from the way in which they have been rubbed raw from unyielding affliction- she understands and so does he, how it feels to have something you love stolen and robbed from you whilst you are powerless to do anything but pace helplessly in the sidelines. but there is a difference, he can do something, and he needs to know that. swallowing, her gaze does not falter from him as she speaks "i don't know what it is that has done this to your home but....i'm very certain collision that you are strong enough, the only thing that threatens that is you doubting yourself. you need to just believe that you can do it and do everything you can to make that true but..." she frowns, adding with less certainty as she mulls further over what he'd said "it has to be worth fighting for, don't waste yourself away trying to change something that does not deserve it and, i don't think anyone really knows what the future holds. they can hope and suspect but...i think you will be happier regardless of your where you are in your future if you know you at least did everything in your power to try and change what you want to change or be where you want to be, even if you fail."

a quick shrug then as she finally looks away and mumbles to the strengthening breeze "i don't know your complete situation though and we are different wolves but i really do think you just need to believe in yourself, i've only known you a little while and you already seem like an honourable wolf to me, and if you don't think that then do something to make yourself realise it, i've met a lot of amazing wolves and i think they've all helped me realise how important trusting your own abilities are. especially when the world itself doesn't seem to have your back."

limbs slacken further, reclining the girl so that she too lays within the grass' featherlight clutch. lissom figure stretches languidly so that paws drape across the bank; toes toying with the sprightly liquid shivering below. how she feels in that moment is quite uncannily contradictory. in ways she feels at complete ease, the way in which the man had faced the sorrows and regrets dragging at his conscience with such unblemished honesty allowing her too to feel at peace with the messy confusion she'd fallen victim to the past month. there was no pressure to pretend here, guilt did not accompany any inner admittance that she was pissed at the world and although she was healing, she still felt pretty close to shit a lot of the time. and yet...she also feels rubbed raw, sore and on edge. the melancholic strum of thought provoking wonderings having guided her own mind to delve into truths about herself that she had not even thought to focus the spotlight upon before. shadows that had long since settled within the hidden nooks and crannies of her mind suddenly disturbed and vengeful as they hissed and writhed. 

alas that was the nature of life, is it not? she glares with unabashed fervour at muttering ink stains, drawing them to a hasty still. they fight and fight and fight, a neverending war against sneering darkness so that they can taste the light one last time. bathe in what made life so worth fighting for, love...euphoria... beauty...yes they endured this endless skirmish to sate guilefully implanted greed for these eternal cravings just one last time. oh the world, she was so very crafty. what exactly did she tempt the sun and moon with? what was it that they desired so fervently that led them down the similar path of partaking in this war, what is it that caused them to play eternal sentry to the universe? 

an ear flicks, dwam kissed look travelling to her companion as he moves to sit. such a minute movement and yet it sparks a thrill of zeal throughout the dove, as if such a shift of position is a declaration of his intentions to persevere in this game. a renewed determination to succeed. for a while they are accompanied by languorous silence and polaris doesn't mind, after such an ardent spiel, she is more than pleased to take a moment to regain her footing whilst remaining sprawled along the bank. she attempts to avert her gaze, unsure if she might have brought up disconcerting thoughts of his own that he'd rather not be goggled at whilst trying to regain order. but oh how she wished to know what exactly was he thinking, curiosity tugging her forth where she found herself weakest. and as a result, scintillating look would find itself flickering across his figure more than once as he stared off at vague distances.

and just as she was beginning to wonder had she plunged him into permanent quietude, he spoke. and it is so honestly profound....what she sees before her is a protagonist of good, a hero and considering that there is nothing else she herself would rather be, it is overwhelmingly moving. it is her turn to push back up to a terse sit, lustrous gaze keen on his, emotion flushing the guttering light. why is it that she feels threatened by the threat of tears? smile blossoming across angular features as she now stands, plume flicking friskily at her heels. "you must see" she breathes, left breathless by the progression of a thundering heart "that those words, spoken so honestly, prove enough that you are capable. you...you're amazing collision, to just acknowledge such things and remain determined in the face of it..there is a rarity to that. i believe in you i really do." eyes drop now, ears leaning back a little as she cannot deny the blush to press with heat upon her face at such an intense outburst. always the case wasn't it? blurt exactly what hopped into her mind before filters even had a chance to consider being applied and wonder after was it perhaps a bit too much. 

biting at her lip, she glances back up with a quick shrug. "i can't say the world will be any nicer to you for doing what is right but....you'll know and i think you will love yourself more for it and that's so important" swallowing, head would tilt as that clement smile continued to grace features "and perhaps this is a bit premature of me but...well you've got a friend in me okay? and please, don't put too much pressure on yourself alone...i will always be eager to help should you need it going ahead." and that was why they'd always win, because light was not just one independent being..it was made up of the determination and love of millions of souls and even when one fell, their energy remained locked within them all.

he smiles and the girl pours over the gesture with fervent joy, scintillating look not so much as attempting to hide the dance of bliss evoked by his newfound ability to pierce the melancholic cloak swamping him so. she is more of a tender being than she would be pleased to admit, empathy lingering within with an intensity that could be both considered a weakness and a strength. and so she realises that had his eyes failed to gutter within their heavy gloom by the time they came to depart, she would have pondered with fruitless unease over what could have been done differently for some time after. and although instinctively bashful at the bare honesty of his declaration, ears fluttering in the humming breeze, she is so very grateful to understand that he too has found that these shared moments have the potential to forge friendship, a criminally underrated concept. "i am glad you feel the same way" she hums, tail swishing across twirling blades.

and what he utters next will never be forgotten by the dove, rounded stare pressing close to his until the clamour of such overwhelming emotion tugs her look off to flutter upon the coruscating surface of frivolous water. a beacon? her? is it really true? has she not dabbled in the temptation of veiled shadow, spat fury at the world and her harsh allure? does she just feed what she wishes to be to any company she can grasp so that she feels worthy of dancing in the light? "i..." she blinks, shifting the burn of such ardent gazing upon him once more as a paw trails idly along the delicate grass tickling at her pads. "i hope you are right" it escapes just above a whisper, a shaken breath their only means of transport out into this world "i want to do good, that's all...bad things happen and well, i just really want to stop them from happening whenever i'm able to. i think some laugh at that, see it as some childish want to play hero but...well what is so childish about wanting to be a hero? if so many wolves see it fit to live their lives as villains then why is it sniggered at if someone wants to stand in their way? if you can want to thrive in darkness and perform such malicious deeds then i think that it only makes sense that some would want to thrive in the light and stop them whenever possible. i want wolves to be able to live out gentle lives and marvel at the beauty of this world without having to focus on the cruelty that lingers in every nook and cranny" she finally stares off again, muscle feathering in the side of her jaw. "i don't care if it sounds over dramatic or if it's cringy or whatever, i stand by it. i want to see a place where the bad guys have someone to fear"

a soft wisp of a laugh as she mumbles "i'm sorry there i go again, i had actually intended on just thanking you for saying that but...well listening to my head clearly isn't a strength of mine but...i think you're the latter too collision, in fact i know it and good luck, i have faith in you. you must come visit again sometime and perhaps one day i'll check out the kingdom and hopefully there will be a day in which you can find true peace there" and she would lean in to attempt an affectionate nudge to his shoulder should he allow it before offering a final dip of her head and slipping back towards her home, clement smile settled snug upon angular features and her heart warmer than it had been in some time.