JOIN · homecoming

Closed in response to her own leave -- which of course, was not seen as an abandonment to her pack -- such a title was only given to Lethe within this situation, the tawny herbalist shrugged her lithe shoulders. Given the faith and importance the she-wolf before her held -- by blood alone, rather than her abilities, the rogue was not one to argue this point.

The mention of Nanuq's name drew Lethe's attention however, and grazing her eyes sharply up to the other's features, she noted the strain of posture -- the anger that flourished from the woman's very words. "Your mother and father both were very important to me," she simply stated -- just because they were heirs had not meant they were ready to lead. In truth, her words were understated -- Lethe would have died for Koios.. the swarthy male's death left a sharp absence in her chest, though she spoke none of this. She couldn't recall if Jinx even held the chance at meeting the great Houngan.

The slither of his whispered words slipped form her mind at that point when his daughter straightened then -- claiming her rule over the lands whose borders Lethe now stood upon. The ivory she-wolf had seemingly grown tired of the conversation, and bristling as the femme snapped her jaws to her, rushing her, the honeyed wolf felt her lips curl back in distaste, a snarl threatening to bubble past her lips as her eyes seized the chance to snap toward the she-wolf's face.

There was a hiss then, and it stopped her cold for a half second as it coiled along her mind. "Leave the Mambo," it leered, the threat of any disobedience evident in the sudden chill that swept over her. Turning her shoulder forward and tucking her nape down then, in case her opponent chose to strike, Lethe loped away from the borders then, her features unreadable. "As you wish," she finally emitted, knowing a surge of bitterness had crept within her vocals despite her attempt to remain aloof. Without another word the herbalist began to trail away from the shores, thoughtful as to what Sos' plans were for the pale ruler of the coast that would draw her from the Bay and her true home.