Noctisardor Bypass bloodwine

This time, her venture away from Noctisardor Bypass had not served her well. Instead her feelings of agitation remained, yet she refrained from bringing them to the attention of her mate. His thoughts were troubled enough without her complaining over being a lesser Alpha, even though it did her no good to bottle her heartache. Perhaps it was the way of a Roman wolfess, she tried to remind herself again and again, but with this came a sore realisation: this was what she was not. This was what she could never be.

And truthfully, she was finding herself coming to dislike all that was Roman.

She loved Shadow, and her fierce devotion to their pack was all that held her together. Paar could look past her husband's heritage and see a future by his side, but not as his lesser. To know that she was not trusted enough to be a good judge of character truly burned her, and despite her gentle nature she knew that it would only be a matter of time before she lost control of her building frustration.

Alone, Paarthurnax considered the best way to tackle her woes. She very much intended to approach her pack-mates and seek their opinions on her as a leader, though she feared their responses. Tiberius had been brave enough to announce his concern at the meeting, and she'd found it difficult to accept. That was just one yearling wolf - how could she possibly handle the perception of the others?

A painfully familiar call pierced her silence and at once Paar was on her paws, slipping swiftly from the comfort of her hollow and jogging in the direction the summons had come from. The request had been for her presence and hers alone; she hoped her comrades would remain in the background and leave her to her privacy, especially her ashen co-leader. It wasn't that she didn't want him involved in her family, but simply that she was not sure why her father had come all this way or, better yet, how he had come to find her.

Xerxes stood proudly at her borders, guards shielding him and understandably on edge. The crimson sandflower regarded the group in silence, noting that he had brought with him three young females no doubt to tend to his... needs, throughout the journey. Annoyance blistered then, though it was sharply followed by concern; where was her mother?

"Father," the lithe Frostfur said breathily, sweeping so she could deliver to Xerxes' cheek an affectionate bump of her snout and a tender flick of her salmon-pink tongue. "I have missed you. How did you find me? Where is Mother? Why are you here?" She took a careful step backward then to regard her sire with wide, curious copper eyes.