Northstar Vale La Perle et le Suie

Settling into her nest, Viskani had found a moment of peace. A moment to think.

With her pack growing by the day it was time to consider where each member fit. It felt obvious for most of her members.

She, of course, was the Matriarche. Chaudry and Paladé her Glaïeul's, Kaaya her Lavande, and Mnemosyne's would soon make a fine Brin or Muflier.

@Tousaint and @Chesley were what left her lost. Both had expressed a desire for high ranking, but with the size of the pack it only made sense for one to gain it.

Chesley was her son, and she knew he would be as loyal as could be. He was a smart boy when he truly wished to be, and more importantly he had been preparing for the role since he was young.

Tousaint on the other hand had the charisma for the role. He was young, yet he had managed to meet her expectations. At times she was unsure she could meet his.

She would need to make up her mind before her journey, it was approaching quickly. One needed to be entrusted with the control of the pack in her absence, and the moons of rest that would follow her return should she be successful.

His eye had grown cloudy now, and he could tell his vision was being affected. Bright lights hurt, his vision in the dark was nonexistent, and when he could see, it was blurry. His cheek remained darkened where a steady stream of tears leaked from the corner. He feared it wouldn't heal. 

How was he supposed to hold a high position with a marred face. Chaudry would be responsible for this. 

He'd heard whisperings of Tousaint being given his role, which was frustrating. How his own mother could even consider betraying him in such a way was worrying on many levels. He figured they were due for a chat. 

He found her resting and wasted no time settling beside her, resting his head on his paws in front of him before speaking. 

"How am I doing, mother?" he asked. The question was blunt, but he felt no need to dance around a topic with her.