Kintla Flatlands Make amends

Erika kept her gaze firmly on Tyrande even as she made the small insult. How times have changed. To think that she and Tyrande were friends once would have been astonishing to any other creature that came by.

"Yes I did. But you also followed 'im." she said, hackles prickling. "You followed 'im too, and when you did, you ruined your life. But you did not destroy it like I practically did." she growled deeply, feeling her pups roll and batter in her stomach as she grew angrier. "I risked ze lives of myself, my mate, 'is pack and our pups when I left. You can be forgives on your sins, you can be absolved. But no one can forgive me. Majesty iz dead, or long gone. Wheeling Gull 'ates me and Silvertip wants to rip my pups out of me." she looked down at her stomach then, noticing the clear bulge one of her pups' paws made in her stomach as they kicked. "Tyrande, don't 'old anyzing against me. I 'ave enough problems as it iz." she sighed sadly.