Moonspear [m] Stolen Light

Hanging by the entrance, she waited just long enough for him to shuffle around some furs and then stand aside for her. Her brows shot up slightly, her expression quickly replaced by a fleeting, coy grin and a peculiar glint in her blue eyes. 

He really was such a charmer. At least, that's how she saw him.

With a small, gracious nod the black and star dappled woman ducked inside. She would have bothered to take a thorough look around, having not been in Alaric's own den too often. But she was much too focused on the more pressing, immediate conversation.

Stretched out on a fine fur pelt with her front legs extended, she calmly observed how a flaming anger lit up his green eyes. Alaric was just as bothered by Argent's leave as she was. 

She scooted forward slightly, nosing the paw he laid over her own. 

"I was angry too. And I still am. Angry that he waited so long to tell us. He said...he has a jealous heart. He assured us he still loves the kids." Her brows furrowed as she dug deep to remember the details. "Like that...he wasn't completely okay with Sialuk having more than one lover. Sleeping with more than one man." She sighed. "But I cannot fault him for feeling that way. It is what it is and there is nothing that'll change that." 

"Sialuk...she has been more reclusive than usual. She knows Moonspear is there for her. I will be fine...eventually. Don't you worry about me. I'm...actually better than I thought I would be." She assured him. "It is Maggak and Acrux that I worry the most for." She huffed, in a dry humored, short laugh. "You know, come to think of it, Argent spent more time fulfilling that bride price and visiting his family than he did with the kids." 

You on the other hand...

She wanted to say it so badly. It went unsaid. But maybe he already knew.