Blackwater Islands When we’re both better at life

He sees the swish of her tail and the grin on her face. The idea of the Saints coming back from the dead excites him. He remembers when he was small and wanted to lead. Now he is unsure where he lies. The desire is still there of course, but his own issues prevent him from thinking too far ahead. 

When her words sound out with an invitation he tilts his head a fraction. His heart lies here? His heart? He has a heart? And for what reason does the pale woman think he’s staying here for? Perhaps she thinks he is loyal to his Shadow now and to an extent he is, he has no reason not to be, but he also yearns for his birth pack once more. So for now it looks like he’ll have one foot on each side.

“Then I will come when I feel the need is ready.” He informs, appreciating her offer, but also not denying it either. Perhaps he will someday.