Noctisardor Bypass into their punching bag

praimfaya makes a small noise in the back of her throat; contemplative and attentive to his words. she considers them as they linger in her mind... and cannot help but wonder if those were all the wrong reasons to draw a mate. if she approached it like a business transaction ... a treaty of peace was that a good enough basis to make any sort of arrangement on? for praimfaya, it is as good as she can offer given her natural inclination to push everyone away from her.

she does not give voice to the inner workings of her mind; at least, not now.

i haven't, praimfaya replies. at least not in any sort of official manner. she offers a bit sheepishly. it was hard to be a leader over wolves of whom she knew only by name and sight alone; and for a moment she feels she's been selfish putting her desire for children over the wolves of rivenwood. she pushes it away. there was naught she could do about it now but seek to rectify her mistakes.

that's good. praimfaya murmurs, though she cannot stop the small furrow of concern at the knowledge that they lost a warrior all the same with kigipigak's departure... especially if there are young on the way — her's or otherwise.