Silverlight Terrace Don't hold your breath

Their lives up until that point had been so different. Mintaka could not begin to understand just how different, though. She had kind of figured that he hadn't had much of a family to go back to, and that seemed to be true now. After all, the only wolf she could smell on his fur was him - nothing more. Unlike her own, where the scents of her family and packmates would cling. Part of her felt bad for him. Part of her envied that freedom.

"I'm... yeah, I am," she admitted quietly. Stuck on the mountain - she didn't like to think of it too much. If she didn't think about it, she could pretend she was happy. Pretend like she didn't mind having someone watch her every move, follow her everywhere. It didn't occur to her that she was a child, and that she needed the protection. It just felt stifling. "My mother has people watch us, whenever we want to go somewhere. Especially after Mira left for a while." She still didn't really understand that whole thing. Now, it seemed that they had even more of a watch on them. "I just kinda try to... listen, and stuff. Make her proud of me." But did Hydra really feel pride for her? She wasn't quiet and obedient like Caelum, or observant like Altair, or fierce like Mira. What traits did she possess that her mother would truly be proud of? Surely she hadn't been what Hydra was expecting. 

A disappointment.