Mount Everfall the black parade

BYE MICTEC LOVE U

Aitana lingered at the edge of the clearing. Her amber eyes followed Mictec’s every move. The other wolf was a picture of resolve, her marigold eyes ablaze with quiet determination as she stood beneath the watchful gaze of the moon. Aitana couldn’t help but admire it—Mictec carried her traditions strong, and stood tall.

Aitana tipped her head slightly, her smirk fading into something more thoughtful. "A week without you, eh?" she hummed, brushing against her leader's side friendly. "You got alotta faith in me and the fat one, jefa."

She stepped away until she stood near Qvasir, but eyes remained on Mictec. Aitana wasn’t one for grand gestures or weighty promises, but she couldn't deny the soft spot she'd developed for the woman. "Don’t een worry," she added, her tone softening as her eyes flicked briefly to Qvasir, then back to Mictec. "We’ll keep the place standing. Might even make it better by the time you’re back."

As Mictec turned to leave, her figure disappearing into the dark expanse of the pines, Aitana let out a soft breath, her playful demeanor slipping for just a moment. After a moment of quiet reflection, Aitana turned her attention to Qvasir, her smirk returning, though it lacked its usual sharpness. "Well," she said, "looks like it’s just you and me holding the fort. Think you can keep up, or should I do all the heavy lifting?"

She acted like she wasn't just about to turn in for a quick nap.