A Change of Pace

Hawkeye smiled. For the first time, she felt at peace with Pied's death. To gain and lose a sister would always hurt, but positive reminders were all that was left of her friend. "Thank you, Thistle. I sometimes forget that she is with me as long as I remember her."

The female paused and thought a moment, ideas flying through her head. "I don't feel comfortable in my pack since losing my rank of Alpha. And now everything is turning into bullshit. I feel suffocated. I may come back and accept your invitation, but I cannot now." Every bone in Hawkeye's body ached to escape into the pack Thistle and her husband ruled, but part of her couldn't just yet. "How would I follow these... goddesses of yours?" The black beauty's mind flashed to Sos and a flicker of red eyes appeared before her. She was no longer used to the brief "visions" she had, and she nearly let out a noise of surprise.


Hawkeye didn't know how to respond to Thistle. Their relationship seemed confusing to her, although her and Peregrine had "red hot" love at a time. It had disappeared, though. It hadn't held up, for him, at least. The dark she-wolf wondered if Thistle or her husband would lose interest, but her mind leaned toward the male. "Do you and your husband live in a den alone with your three pups?" Hawkeye was slightly curious as to how Thistle handled giving birth, and what she had felt like afterward, but she figured it was too much to ask, too soon.