Sea Lion Shores 1957

And just like that, the kind and queen had departed. There were muted apologies that came from a place somewhat sincere, Syzmon paid his respects to Ceannasach and then the two were gone. Olive offered no words but dipped her head in a somber goodbye to [what was a pretty somber meeting]. Life was all too interesting in that way — and once again she was reminded of her smallness in the universe. Every being on the earth had a life, and existance that was just as vivid and poignant as her own. She and Doe, they were the same. They were the same in the way that she and Syzmon were the same, or the way that she and Dakarai were the same, or the way she and anyone was the same. They were all just little pieces of the bigger microcosm, trudging their way through existence and feeling everything that a conscious life brought with it. They were all one.

Olive sighed heavily and regained her composure. All in all, she felt pretty damn diplomatic. Sure, she unintentionally caused the severe mental degradation of their closest ally, but at least she hadn’t embarrassed herself totally in front of the Ahklut and Leviathan, especially in a tense situation such as that. Olive was quite unsure how to commune with wolves with whom she had to be proper [now that she was a packwolf] — she was much to free spirited for that… though under Arturo tutelage, she was quickly learning. Olive had wanted to rush upon Doe and take the writhing woman in her arms, to nurture and ease her, more than anything she had ever wanted in the world… but Olive refrained, because politics. She weren’t sure if that should be considered a feat, or a defeat. 

 Gently, Olive turned her gaze to look at the sheepdog before her. This girl obviously wasn’t wolf, but she looked so similar — and so beautiful! The pale sylph had not long regarded this stranger in the heat of the moment, but there the inked stranger sat, wagging her tail and apologizing thrice. A slight cant of her head gestured at the other’s flank, which had fallen prey to Szymon’s fury. “Did he hurt you?” she asked gently, the fire and strength in her gaze replaced with softness. Had Arturo brutalized her like that, she would… Well, Olive didn’t know what she would do in that situation. She also wished that she could ask these Depths wolves about anything other than their pain... but the universe did not seem to want to make that so.