Sea Lion Shores endure my heart

who we are and who we must be to survive are not the same.

maybe, the dark pelaged woman replies, as vague as azreina herself has been. it was a fair response but it leaves too much to be desired. is she to assume, then that she is? or that she isn't? it was a simple question, azreina disputes with a small shake of her head; but in no mood to argue she lets the topic drop. she supposes since she has no interest in prying into information the stranger doesn't want to divulge into, that she'll have to poke around on her own. she doesn't want to join a different pack ...at least, she doesn't think she doesl however, what she wants and what she needs appear to be warring conflicts within her.

shedding the title of commander — commander of nothing, as she was — was the easiest step. it's everything else that would test her.

she didn't speak, not really. azreina corrects with a small shake of her head, ears fluttering back to rest at half mast atop her skull. more like ...she helped guide my thoughts to the conclusion i needed to come to. azreina explains tentatively, frostbound gaze searching the older woman's face for her reaction.