Bearclaw Valley With our hands over our hearts

this morning had reigi in a dour mood.  there were many newcomers that she had missed during the arrival of her heat.  and normally that would not bother her, since there were many of her packmates she had yet to meet.

but indra and laurel's heat (and their resulting pushiness towards alexander) had her bristling and on edge.  on top of that, most of the new members were women and it did not sit well with reigi.

once again she was left to ponder if xan had somehow known she would cycle, and had lured her with that otter simply to fulfill his desires.  maybe he had known she was dull upstairs and taken advantage of it.  even she knew she was dull.  just because he is gentle with you does not mean that you are special.  although he had not yet mated with either of the sisters only time would tell whether he chose to take them.  either way, she would no longer remain glued to the alpha's side.

that was what she was supposed to do, right?  let him have his way?  she didn't know; she had never done whatever-this-was before... living in a pack, abiding by their foriegn and often arbitrary rules that she had no way of understanding.

her thoughts turned to the injured woman who had come to their borders with the dark man.  they were alone.  but some of these women seemed to flock towards one man (which she told by scent and not sight; she had yet to see the elusive warrior).  something about that put her mind at ease, and after her morning duties reigi took it upon herself to seek out that girl and maybe study her a bit.

but once she found her there was another, one of the new girls, and a bitter thorn worked in her heart.  what had she expected?  everyone always had the company of one another, and she was just their guard dog.

she didn't turn away to leave, instead frozen, staring at the two exchange their moment together.  if only.