Alpine Lake And then walk until our feet are torn

WC: 628

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Niamh didn’t exactly expect that Rosencrantz would recognize the name she’d given him- but she couldn’t help but ask. She, like many others, thought that the North was so sparsely populated that those who lived there likely knew each other, and probably bought into a few other stereotypes about Canadians without really knowing the truth. The roleplayer understands- she gets it all the time. Nevertheless, she wasn’t surprised that Rosencrantz didn’t know Kodlak, his family or his kind- but he did seem to appreciate the reference she’d made to the Northern lights- or perhaps he simply liked that she and Kodlak had had something a little bit special. They hadn’t known each other long- and had only really spent time together two or three times, but she had found his company so easy and pleasant...While Rosencrantz here was more stiff and particular in nature.

He seemed dissatisfied with her answer and she wondered why he wouldn’t simply take the answer she gave him and be happy. He was a bit of a mope, wasn’t he? He seemed to want more from her than she was willing to give without more prompting, and he pointed out that different packs needed different things from their leaders. She supposed that that was true- but she still believed that she possessed enough leadership qualities to be a fit beta for her pack. His bleak response to most of her points was really beginning to wear on, the same way the ice pellets were beginning to collect on one side of her body and cling there, weighing her down. She wished he would crack a smile at some point, or just...Relax and lay off the need for particular information. She was beginning to think that he was used to getting exactly what he wanted, but unfortunately, that wasn’t going to work for Niamh. She didn’t want to give him too much information, nor did she feel that he’d represented himself well when they’d first met. He’d seemed charming, and friendly….Now he was just being a wet sock.

”Likely true.” She said. ”We’re a family pack,” She said, finally parting with a small piece of information before she added another fact onto that one. ”...Technically I married into it only recently. But not everyone needs to either be born into the pack or marry into it in order to rise in the ranks.” She said, chuckling softly. Naturally, she didn’t want him to think that she’d gotten her rank because she’d married someone high in the ranks...Instead, that was the exact opposite of what had happened...And her mate had even been kicked out and then re-invited to join the pack during her lifetime there. But she wasn’t going to go on and on about her marriage to Colt- though there were plenty of interesting things to say. Rosencrantz probably wasn’t interested in hearing about it, unless there was some blood and gore involved.

Apparently he and several others from his pack had spread out to go and populate the world. ”Like dandelion seeds,” She said with a slight smile. She didn’t want to insinuate that he and his packmates were weeds- but it was the only flower that Niamh could think of that had seeds that travelled in such a way. It probably sounded better in her head than it did out loud. ”Guess you come from a family pack too,” She said. ”Do you have any siblings that came this way too?” She asked, so that she would know to keep an eye out for them if they happened in that direction...Both to send them toward Rosencrantz, and to prepare herself for more Northern warriors.

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