Duck Lake its going to heal, but it ain't going away

Crëyr nodded at Raziel's words, as if they were entirely alien to her. She had to admit, her Alpha was an intriguing wolf, and there was something about him that had Crëyr the urge to find out more about him, no matter the cost.

"He is a good leader. He sticks to well, very firm Roman customs, though I'm not an expert at that." She agreed, spiralling into her thoughts. "The pack has been desolate without him, as he has temporarily left the Bypass and left myself and one other in his stead. We're doing our best to fulfil his wishes, though our packmates may say otherwise." The sterling-graphite girl lowered her petite crown sadly, wondering if her packmates were thriving and were working for the pack just as hard as herself and Flash were.

The strong, silver male came forwards then, using both his steely paws to tug on her limb, half-submerged in the water. Laughing slightly, she braced herself for what was to come— for Raziel to win this little tug-of-war (of course he would, it was inevitable) and have her fully topple into the icy bowl of water. It was actually fair to say that she was half relieved he had dragged her in, as it'd been such a long time.

Raziel looked so much like Shadow. His back looked like Shadow, reminding Crëyr so much of him that it allowed pain and yearning for the memories of him to blossom across the chest. That talk she'd had with him those days before he'd left— he seemed so raw, so genuine— it was so very hard to get the little tale he'd told her out of her mind now, as it seemed to have an iron grip to her brain.

She submerged into the water.

Maybe she did not even know him at all.