Lips like Morphine

His syntax was unexpectedly difficult to follow. There was a stiffness to it, and a disorganization that shuffled the male's intended message. Leaning her closest ear to him as she tried to keep a straight face, it was a sign of accumulated maturity in the otherwise base wolf. She hadn't anticipated to gain personal insight on this 'journey' -a naive over sight on her part- but she was more or less happy for it. Surely it would only work to aid her in her other goals.

"Uhm, but that just seems so... final." Creidne couldn't say that she was really attached to Ouroboros Spine just yet. However, she was determined to prove a few points about her own self and these were the wolves she had chosen to get her there. Switching her gaze to the earth beneath them she shuffled uncomfortably before going on. "So then what happens after she's gone? Is there a heir or will the rank be fought for?" As ambitious as she personally was, Cree was adverse to widespread drama. It only led to confusion and squandered energies.

As the wind picked up her chin was gathered and returned to its normal place with a sigh. She was just so anxious to see the true beginning of her new life -once all of the metaphorical dust had settled. "Creidne," she offered somewhat out of nowhere, but with a lightly smiling voice. At least she could take some small comfort in the male's welcoming company.