Greatwater Lake once, i tried to be somebody

wintersbane's left ear swivels and flicks at her comment of preferring the dark and brooding type and lets out a low chuckle. then you're in for a treat. he remarks cheekily. a silence settles between them as they wait, though the listener does not keep them waiting for long. she soon appears from the shadows of the dark woods and wintersbane draws in a breath and steels his shoulders upon her approach. listener, he murmurs her title like a low prayer and dips his head submissively to her before he reorients himself so that both listener and potential recruit are in his line of sight.

this is..., it as he goes to make the introductions that the gamma realizes they'd never exchanged names. this was not an uncommon thing for wintersbane. he's so used to operating in a level of shadow that he doesn't often give his name ...unless it crops up. sometimes wolves notice and sometimes they do not. wintersbane's glacial gaze cuts to the young pale woman the listener inspects, figuring she could input her own name. she tells me she is a soldier and assures me she is not a waste of space. a small quip, a return of her own words tinted with the amusement that threatens to flicker across wintersbane's expression.

apparently, i am not the first of our pack she's ran into. she's met the dark master before. it's still curious to wintersbane...why two others have failed to bring her into their fold. surely, mephala and sithis have meant for her to join their ranks if she's met three of them now; but he's learned not to question the gods ...though whether it's the fear of invoking their wrath or relmyna's he can't truthfully say.

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