Emberflame Ridge No one can say what we get to be.

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The shadow had been absent again; following the fight, she sought to isolate herself, rarely accepting even her brother's company. Most days she found it easy, only catching a glimpse of a packmate every once in awhile. She slipped away on those occasions, likely no more than a ghost at the edges of their vision. Solitude suited the Messeda girl, provided time to recharge-- and now she felt ready again. The world was still out there, and while she still breathed she would always come back to dig her claws in where she could.
The pack's move was conveniently timed, she felt. Samaantine was ever a fickle creature, and thought perhaps she would have stayed in the forest if the departure had been sooner. It was nice-- and inspired more sentiment than the members of Ravensblood Forest, she found. That her lack of attachment could be her own fault never crossed her mind; the pack was lucky to have her at all, she thought, and if they wanted her as a friend perhaps they could work on boring her less. Nevermind that she hadn't spoken a word to most of them.
Perhaps, subconsciously, the girl knew or at least suspected she was at fault; the morning brought some strange, nagging desire to seek one of her packmates. One that wasn't her brother-- though, the alpha's pregnant mate had not been what she had in mind, either. Nonetheless, it was the first scent she came across, and stubbornly Samaantine refused to track down another of the wolves she shared a home with. This one would do.
She approached slowly when the female came into sight, dipping her head and issuing a soft chuff to announce her presence. A moment was spared to glance over the she-wolf cloaked in copper and crimson, though Samaantine carefully avoided the curve of her belly. Her expression did not betray the distaste she felt at the growing life; as far as she was concerned, pups were a nuisance. Necessary, perhaps, but that didn't mean she had to like them. Not that it mattered either way-- the woman was definitely too pregnant to back out now, and Samaantine wasn't about to interfere either. She would just go back to avoiding the other she-wolf like the plague when the little beasts arrived.