Moonspear tongues on the sockets of electric dreams.

Ah. Well that was disappointing. Unexpected, but apparently the draw of a good story was higher right now than any fomo she might feel over not being there to take part in it.

The chaotic urge that lived in her wanted to make something up but she was actually drawing a blank. The fuck was wrong with her? Bullshitting usually came easy.

Not a thing, she finally said, disappointment clearly showing. Definitely not the answer she wanted to give but fuck it. Turns out pack life can be boring as hell. When you aren’t fucking with leadership, literally was the silent rejoinder. She (wisely) kept that bit to herself.