Two Rivers Isle Hide away

Perhaps the former bitch of a woman would have exploited the power Burke possessed, but she had learned long ago that there was no victory in strength. Physical strength only mattered in battle, and for now Malice did not want any sort of conflict in the establishing pack nor after they were formed. Sure, she would keep training for when the day would come she would have to fight, and she would even go as far as to teach the children how to defend themselves, but never again would she be the aggressor. Her strength was in her mindset now, and her family carried it with her. 

Her ears lowered themselves and draped against her feminine skull as a cloak would. Never before had she heard genuine words of worry and compassion for her coming from Burke, and it left her with an uneasy yet satisfied feeling. Burke... She sighed, wanting to wolf-hug the living shit out of him, but thought that it wasn't the right moment to do so. As long as I remember you, you will never be truly gone. Why mourn over what had once brought joy? Her eyes drifted up to where Da once said heaven would be. Yes, death hurt. But it was the kind of hurt that could teach and move.

A small giggle came out of the young mother. Even then I would gladly hold you close. Perhaps then I can be your strong defender for once.