Hideaway Strath Eventually time moves on...

Slowly the black wraith paced the area another time or two, more to settle her adrenaline then for any thing else. Slowly her hair settled upon her shoulders returning to normal, the raven cawed from high above the canopy and wheeled away.

It was far easier to find a target to kill but it didn’t look like Aerin was going to provide that distraction. With a sigh Whrist forced herself to settle and sit near by, side on to Aerin, not facing the priestess nor turning her back to her either, She tilted her head slightly hid her eyes. This question was nothing she wanted to answer not something she wanted to admit out loud; she was sure he had more lovers then just her. Not that she could bare thinking about him with any else.

“I don’t know…” She narrowed her eyes more at herself; she wasn’t a liar “Maybe… It’s hard to remember if it was,” there were several long breaths before she’d mutter “Why would it matter anyway?” still she didn't look at Aerin feeling inadequate. She hated this feeling.


Even now she still did not grasp the concept of being in season or what it meant to breed during that time. She had not been raised in a typical pack and this knowledge and much more was denied to her. Her social skills suffered greatly due to her lack of upbringing, as many members of the pack had seen.