Swiftcurrent Creek gratitude's got a short half-life, clarice

Exit Lethe. Wanted to get you guys in the ranks and not hold you back witih a joining thread. <3

It was a foreign aspect, the civility between them as the conversation progressed. Her eyes would drift to Clarice every so often, noting the mumbling insanity of the girl, but saying nothing. She was of Shearwater Bay blood, and that in itself would give her Lethe’s patience and attentiveness. Lecter rumbled once more – words that seemed to fall on the same line as her thoughts, though her humor did not quite reach her eyes. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” she rumbled in return.

His question to his daughter went unanswered seemingly, and with a nod, Lethe took a pace back, moving away from the blood washed wolves. “I will leave you settle to your new home then,” she offered, her eyes sweeping over them once more before turning. She was unsettled in his presence for the moment – the memories of the Bay flooding over her like a wound to the heart, and once more the worry that her gods had abandoned her. With a flick of her tail, the she-wolf moved away from them, making her way to the center of the territory as she would attempt to appease her nerves.