Swiftcurrent Creek violet curse

Perhaps she’d been a bit too convincing with her disappointment- and while she did indeed prefer the notion of being immediately pampered and catered to by the man who had fathered their children, she hadn’t truly intended to scold him too seriously.

She waved a paw at him when he offered to hunt, hoping to clarify her sarcasm, but she didn’t want to interrupt Akavir, especially when it became clear that the two had known each other before. This surprised her. Of course, Swordfish must have gone somewhere after he’d left Sapphique- but was this where he had come?

It was certainly a small world. First, for her to have crossed his path at all months ago, and now it seemed she had sought refuge with the very same pack that had once taken in Swordfish. 

Fortune seemed to be on their side. Whatever had occurred between Arric and Swordfish had happened before she’d arrived. It would explain the palpable tension, and she could see how the two might butt heads. 

She hoped Swordfish would be content while still being the omega. It wasn’t as if he’d be picked on- he might be the last to eat, and his opinion on pack matters might matter a bit less, but in all other ways, she figured being an omega in Swiftcurrent couldn’t be too dissimilar from being Slate in Sapphique.

The others left, and Swordfish looked to her then, with questioning in his gaze. She rolled her eyes and huffed. I was just joking, Swordfish, She explained, and huffed again, though a smile appeared on her face. She shrugged. Well, Almost joking- being a baby factory for mont’s an’ den becoming a milk factory ‘as not been easy an’ I am ‘ungry all. De. Time. She enunciated, with an exhasperated laugh. 

You, ah… It was almost strange to see him again, real and in the flesh. She wasn’t sure he’d even show up- and until she’d crossed paths with Lestan, she’d assumed she might never see him again. She cleared her throat, and gestured off to where Akavir had left. You ‘ave been ‘ere before?