Sea Lion Shores 1957

That news caused further tumult in Olive’s mind and she experienced a flicker of resentment. “You ought to be congratulated for reaching so high,” said Olive, her tongue rolling as if she was trying to rid herself of a bad taste. There words were said in the same soft tone as before, but there was a wisp of displeasure twisted into it. The displeasure, though, was not cause by Doe but rather the circumstances that led to her assumption of the throne. Olive did not know of Skellige’s apostasy, but now she assumed he were part of the group of wolves who either left or perished amongst the licking inferno. Olive did not know the man, but she imagined him to be quite diplomatic and quite fearsome — thought this image was largely influenced by Ceannasach’s tale of Teaghlaigh’s founding and how the once-alpha threatened to slay Arturo. However, Skellige was not there to hear her distaste over his defection… but Does was, so the harsh words fell upon this undeserving woman. Truly, she should have been commended for taking on such vast responsibilities and Olive realized that quickly. 

“I - I apologize. I haven’t been feeling myself lately.” And really, who was she anymore? For a shewolf once so certain of her path in life, she was learning so many new things; feeling so many new feelings, [from love to family to sex to despair]; it made her question everything. She was becoming a true hedonist, chasing after the things in life that felt good. And at that moment, she fell prey to anger and wanted to pass such negative energy onto someone else — all for the fleeting desire of it. Misery did love company, after all. 

But, this was the queen of one of Teaghlaigh’s truest alliances and she deserved the respect as such. As much as the woman liked to think herself as Dakarai’s queen, she herself did not truly hold such a rank. Perhaps the sylph never would; the she was much too flighty for leadership. So her gamine, greyscale frame took on a smaller, submissive shape. Her tail pulled closer  towards her body.  Then, Olive reached down and nosed the small bough of greenery, decorated with the muted colors of the fragrant floral blooms, towards the alpha in an act of atonement. “You must be Doe. How fares Blackrock Depths?”