Arrow Lake nach vorne

She could not find the words to respond to his own. Her eyes beseeched him as she felt the wilting of her heart in reminder of her beloved’s passing. They had found one another—and then he had been taken from this world. Taken from his families. Taken from her arms.

And so the sylph was Pionier—whatever it entailed and Mahler’s vision was in the aftermath of Diaspora’s loss, she was uncertain. But she would navigate it as it unfolded, and keep her worries to herself for now—while keeping careful watch upon not just the children, but of the other adults reaction to her children.

There was a reasonable part in her mind that knew her comrades wouldn’t harm her litter—physically, though, was not where she truly dwelled. It was their emotional acceptance she sought, and the she-wolf exhaled sharply, her eyes blinking as the fire seemed to die within her gaze as she swivelled her muzzle toward the General, finally broaching a dreaded topic when regarding the scouts. “We seek to move, then?”