Qeya River my head says i never should've left

Gjalla’s silence was a glacier—vast and cold, unmoving. She didn’t shy from Ice Diver’s scrutiny, nor the brute’s crimson gaze that flicked her way. Her expression betrayed nothing more than mild disdain, though her eyes carried a weariness that spoke volumes.

Did it matter what she wanted? This wasn’t about her, not truly. The pack moved as a single force; whatever grievances she held were insignificant in the face of its survival. 

“Do or don't, makes no difference to me.” she said at last. Her gaze swept over Blackfell, lingering only a moment on the set of his shoulders, the stubborn lift of his chin. “You want to stay? Then stay. But Ice Diver’s right—” Her lips curled faintly, almost a sneer. “You’ll earn your place here, same as anyone else.”

She turned to Ice Diver, nodding once, an unspoken agreement passing between them. This wasn’t her decision to make entirely, but she wouldn’t stand in the way. “He is capable enough. Let him prove himself,” she added, glancing back to Blackfell. “If the taiga doesn’t swallow him whole first.”

She wasn’t thrilled to see him here, wasn’t convinced he belonged. But the fire in his eyes, the determination to stay despite the odds.. she would let him try.

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exit gjalla!