Arrow Lake erinnerung

Mahler called them, and the pale sylph fretted over her brood, leading them quietly to the spot Diaspora gathered. Her words of authoritative caution had been given prior to their arrival—they were to remain at her side and on their best behavior.

Others had gathered before them, and she settled her trio, nose nudging each upon the crown of their skull in quiet reassurance—it was their first time with the entirety of the pack. It was their first time with the majority of members within the pack, and her cool gaze fell levelly upon her comrades, her stance protective—steeled.

Grateful that Mahler was quick to move their gathering along, the iced woman internalized the grief that swept through her with the mention of her fallen mate’s name—the very fact that the warhound was not the one gathering them now at this moment. That he never would again.

Sharply, her exotic muzzle lifted, her gaze falling on Mahler as the notion of what felt particularly close to betrayal fell upon her as he named Takiyok his Second—the new Kapitan. He knew the ivory woman’s resentment toward her and her brood—their very existence having only incurred her glares and cold indifference. The Centurion had admitted her worry multiple times to the healer, who said he would look out for her—for them.

And now he had placed the very woman who clouded Diaspora with discomfort into the position of power.

She could fathom no words as the General continued on, inviting others to speak of the man she had loved. Who had loved her. Instead, her form inched even closer to her brood, eager to bring them away from what spurred only more distrust within her breast.