The Sentinels corrupt

yes yes yes pls

While Constantine sat and contemplated all his past actions, Aria walked and contemplated all her future actions. What would she do next? what would the pack think? how would they react? Maybe it'd go worse than her gentle nudge towards self-defense-- because apparently being able to defend themselves mocked Lasher's death-- if only. Deirdre spoke to her like she was the child, and like she'd just taken a shit on her father's grave... as if. 

The whole pack wasn't against her, if anything they were mostly support-- but it didn't feel like it. To Aria, the whole pack hated her and loathed that she was the alpha. She was too progressive, trying to grow away from one thing and branch to multiple things. This pack no longer felt like home.

As she walked she came across Constantine, one of the only wolves in Donnelaith that seemed to back up her actions. She gave a huge sigh of relief when she saw him, making her way towards him quickly-- letting out a low chuff to alert him of her arrival. She sat beside him, had he not shooed her away, and gave him a gentle nudge to the cheek after seeing his state. "Donnelaith is not the pack I joined in December," she murmurs softly to him, wondering if he was thinking about the same thing.