Fox's Glade i slithered here from eden

oh, but she could. it was all so easy to see - even if she could not prevent their deaths, she could have been there. she would have taken in faye, would have fought harder to seek the missing, would have fought tooth and nail for the last of their family. 

but she had not. 

nonetheless, she was silent until Rannoch's queery had her ears flick a fraction. was he offering? there was an odd prickling under her pelt at the thought of joining a pack. she'd been a Morningsider since birth, and though she knew their time had come to end, the act of joining another pack would solidify that further, it seemed. uncertainty coloured her gaze a moment, though she merely dipped her head carefully. "Morningside won't reform. And I can't - it was all I was." she could not - would not - attempt to raise her own pack, not now.