because you live to torture me, don't you?

*Shadow* · February 08, 2015, 09:34 PM

It was Bazi who first arrived and Kieran followed, he regarded both with cool indifference, but did not move or speak, after all they were not leaders in his mind and he had no words for them. So, Shadow waited until the scent of the Creek Alpha drifted by, carried along by a gust of wind. Followed by the scent was the form of the agouti male and following him were three pups. The runt, Relonikiv, the large white boy, Julius and the oldest pup, Trajan. But his daughter was mission and he looked at Scimitar for an explanation.

The Roman watched as the leader moved forward and finally spoke, surprisingly without the usual distaste his tone held. He knew the reason soon enough, "Paarthurnax and Durnehviir are gone. We don't know where they are, and there was blood at the birth site." If not for his father's training, a flurry of raging emotions would have passed across his features and he would have lunged forward to snatch the pathetic lump of a wolf in front of him by the throat. But that was not the behavior of a leader, instead he forced himself to calm down, the stoic mask remaining in place, always.

My daughter is gone, presumed dead. I suppose you have tried to hunt for her mother and her, Shadow spoke, an angry glint crossing his eyes for a moment before vanishing. He did not want to risk the lives of his packmates after all. He did not speak, instead his steely platinum gaze sought out the forms of the three boys, and his usually cold and emotionless eyes softened and sparked with warmth. They've grown so much, he thought and merely smiled when Julius growled.

Shadow turned to Scimitar, Since Paarthurnax is no longer here, and they are old enough, they're coming with me. But then he decided to give them a choice, something his father never gave him, and besides they might have made close connections with some of the Swiftcurrent Creek wolves in their month stay and he didn't want to pull them so abruptly away. Or give them a choice, to stay with you or come with me. His gaze was resolute.