Duskfire Glacier g*spy witchcraft

She shook her head. "There's more to it than that. It wasn't just him, but the added loss of my son as well." She clarified. "I had gotten my hopes up with that man, and before I never considered the idea of love in the slightest." She had been different. Conditioned to be cold, ruthless and brutal. Astaroth had made her want to be a better wolf. Even with him gone, knowing that Sotiris might still be alive out there somewhere was enough incentive for her to keep pushing towards that goal.

Sighing, she lowered her head slightly, as if accepting her overreaction. "Perhaps you are right. All I need is a sign. But it has been hard, this internal struggle of mine I have faced before. Sorry." She said, trying to wrap up the end of the topic focused on her. Dark ears pricked slightly. She had read into his last words well. Perhaps too well. 

"No hope for you, you say?" She turned to face him full on, head tipping to her left slightly. "But Wintersbane, do I not recall that you implied that you are done hoping? That you wish for no such attachment, ever again?" She reached out, her dark cool nose brushing along the scar lining the bridge of his muzzle. "Tell me, what do you truly want?" She urged him, asking him to look deep within his frozen heart.