Arrow Lake we are the ones who will never be broken

She flinched lightly at his hiss of pain, instantly feeling bad at causing him more pain… but, it was part of her duty and job, and she cast him another glance, checking to see if he revealed it would be too much pain. It didn’t seem to be—a trained soldier through and through, and she could only idly wonder what lifestyle Mereo offered it’s soldiers.  “I can find something to help ease the pain,” she offered gently, her tail giving an idle sweep. She recalled he disliked anything that would numb him too much—and she could appreciate that.

As she continued her ministrations, she chuffed softly at the potential reasoning of the packs. Tamar was perhaps the gentlest soul Meadow had ever come across, and she couldn’t imagine any ill-will being held by the Morphe. Arsenio she knew less of, but he also seemed of good nature.

Then, with a hint of bitterness, she gave an idle snort. “If that was all it took to break a sisterhood, the bond couldn’t have been forged that deeply,” she murmured, sickened that others cast aside friendships and duty so easily. The moment the words escaped her, copper ears folded back to her skull and she looked away. “Sorry—that was highly opinionated.”