The Sunspire Who could ever ever ask for more?

terance fell silent, not expecting the sudden monologue from his sister-- and certainly having nothing to say right away. terance felt angry, betrayed-- yet again-- by a wolf he loved. despite all their disagreements, terance loved wraen, and here she was, each word she spoke tearing through the stitches he'd so carefully use to mend his broken heart. he hadn't healed, not from lyra, not from hydra, not from seabreeze. and now wraen. 

but there was a difference here then there was with hydra and seabreeze. wraen held the same resentment for sunspire as he did for moonspear. he loved it, he loved the wolves who resided there, but the mountain was hurting him. and this mountain was hurting her. 

maybe, after all this time, that was the true difference between wraen and terance. that dante, who was both fiercely loyal and a born leader, divided unevenly between his children. terance, who always assumed he was the born leader, was less so and more of a follower. terance could lead, he was confident, but he would always be happier as and better at being someone's right hand. 

wraen was born to lead. 

"you are right," he said softly, his ears splaying back against his head, "i wish you were wrong." and then silence pierced the air between them as terance thought. when he was nervous, terance rambled, but he was not nervous. sad, angry, hurt, but he calculated the best thing he could say-- something that wouldn't damage their relationship.

"you are more than i am in this pack-- more than i care to be," he said, unwillingly, as he firmly liked to believe rannoch looked to him and him only for anything and everything, but that was all terance was. wraen did more, said more, and made mistakes less. "you will find something that makes better use of you somewhere else," he then said, and glanced back at his sister with a small smile. he was supportive of her, though he hated it so much, and it showed in his forest gaze.

he asked her then, unsure of exactly how to carry on this conversation, "have you told maia?"