Swiftcurrent Creek the difficulty of Sundays

Rue let out a sigh. She hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath, waiting for Myrren to confirm that she hadn't been hurt. It hadn't been an attack, it had just been a mistake. There were certainly going to be real consequences, but at least the Plateau refugees didn't have to worry about being attacked in their own home by the strangers they were supposed to call packmates. 

Kavik already knew? "Oh," Rue emitted, her surprsie evident. She hadn't realized that Myrren was close enough to Kavik to tell him such things. "Oh!" Rue's eyes widened as true understanding dawned. Truly, Kavik had been the last wolf she had imagined would be responsible for such a mistake. He was mated to Liri, after all. 

Oh stars, Liri. If wolves could go pale, Rue would have right then. This was more than a mistake... this was a betrayal of vows. Loyal creature she was, Rue was repulsed. Not by Myrren, of course not by Myrren-- she was not the mated one, after all. She was not the leader, the one who held the power. It was Kavik who disgusted her. In this one act, Kavik had forsaken both Liri and Myrren-- both the mate who he had promised to love, and the subordinate who he had promised to protect. 

Rue felt the strong need to gag. "I.. stars, I might need a bite of that root," she murmurred, forcing back her own wave of nausea. Rue shook her pelt in an attempt to compose herself, as if she could fling the ill feelings away. Myrren was truly the injured party here, and Rue would be strong for her. She would hold it together for her packmate. 

"That's... that's not terrible. He's a leader, so his children will be ah, welcomed." Rue pointed out, trying her best to sound optimisitic for Myrren. Things would have certainly been much more difficult for Myrren if these were another subordinate's pups, or worse, an outsider's. She nuzzled the dark woman again. "We can get through this."