Duskfire Glacier this skin is tainted by wasted days

Reek explains—sort of—what had happened and Thuringwethil’s face twists a little in confusion. It isn’t enough to garner any sort of opinion but the matters of Phoenix Maplewood are only important to her when it comes to them impacting that of Drageda. The dark male seems far more defeated than she’s ever seen him, normally proud and largely uncertain of himself, but smart of enough to keep boundaries and try to make amends where he could. Overall, she’s questioned his type of leading with the failure of Esaro, but she doesn’t push that in that moment. Now, her concern shifts.

“And the leader now?” she questions with a flick of an ear. Her slate grey eyes never leave the male’s face, her tone hardened despite how rough Reek appears to be. He’s lost his home, his pack, and she doesn’t know him well enough to console him. The Phoenix does not belong to her, and their only agreement holds a kill order. Does that remain intact on their side? Do they even know? Her jaw tightens as she waits, searching his face for some sort of answer before he provides a verbal one.