Seaside Moors Once, you know, you were my friend.

fair enough. wintersbane says simply. he wouldn’t ask again, besides, if she truly wanted it, she’d have taken it the first time or challenged him. this, he’ll believe in. still, a small rise of suspicion blossoms beneath his breast. she was quite adamant on where he stood to her their first meeting — as shit under her paw, he’d be willing to bet — so …why the sudden change of heart? what made you decide to help me? wintersbane cannot help but ask; out of little more than his own morbid curiosity.

for all he knew, this could be a set up.

— but that seemed awfully extra when a much simpler solution stood ready for seizing.

…and any failures on his part were now rusalka’s too …or for at least as long as he held the title of alpha among them. needless to say, however; he doesn’t want to fail them. alright, he accepts, hesitantly. so, what’s first? he reclines back upon his haunches, grateful for the taken opportunity to rest his tired legs a bit.