Chimera Fields My mother told me

Íruna watched as Galen’s reaction shifted from frustration to resolve, and something within her stirred. She had not expected him to retreat so suddenly, yet as he bowed his head, her heart clenched—a sharp, unexpected pang that pulled at something she had tried to ignore.

She stood, frozen for a moment, tail stiff against her haunches as her lavender eyes followed him. Her heart betrayed her confusion, but she could not allow him to simply walk away.

With a deep breath, Íruna’s voice softened, and she stepped toward him, but her pace was slow, measured—giving him space, but showing that she would not let him go without understanding.

“Wait,” she called out almost breathlessly, “I did not mean to accuse you.” She paused, her voice softening further, “You have my apologies...” she faltered, looking for the words. “Please, stay. If Luhtar trusts you, then so do I." An attempt at putting faith in her fellow packmates.

Her tail swished as she hurried to step in front of the escaping brute, trying to prevent him from getting any further away. "May I ask what this future is?"