Great Bear Wilderness since the darkness covered us

post #400<3
also it seems you have double posted hun

[size=medium]"in the land of gods and monsters,
I was an angel"[/size]

[size=small]To her surprise, and half to her pleasure her deductions had not been accurate. While she had thought the cinammon female she had begun to consider a friend, had been part of the Ostrega's plan to 'move on' she was slightly delighted to hear that the Ostrega roots had not managed to spread before the Moretti's (yeah..right). Had she misread the female's actions, or had he been the one to fuck up Harlyn's attempt to make a family..? She looked ready in her opinion, so.. had it been him the one who had not been in synch?
"I thought that she had gone with you because she liked you" she explained briefly, leaving the baby-making part unspoken yet explicit in the tone of her words.

But nevermind that.
Pleased that his gaze and uncounciously pleased that he had not beaten her to parenthood, she allowed her muscles to relax and the intensity of her burning eyes to fade. He was not here to fight so there was really no use in using hostility as weapon; he was not interested in re-joining it seemed, so she had nothing to worry about anyways. In fact, by the way he willingly showed respect --or what at least tolerance -- towards her, she was even tempted to be decent.

Then it occurred to her that maybe the problem, the animosity, the resentment that lived (or had lived) within them had not been truly theirs -- it had been; at least for Cara, simply a concequence sharing the same roof had brought. It was not the fact he was him, Mordecai Ostrega, but that he had been a Spine wolf with ambition. But now, that he shared no affiliations to the Spine whatsoever, his ambition had become an insignificant factor.
Now he could be looked at as not a threatening competitor but just another wolf -- and if his ambition was as great as hers, in time an acquaintaince.
A friend given the term was not too risky.

Apperently not, according to his next response.
To see how I was, she wondered silently, her slim ears twisting over her cranium as her mind tried to make sense of what possible explanation would his concern --after all they had been through -- conceal.
Was this interest he held legitimate? Was there a reason for it not to be?
He wasn't her.
He wasn't power-hungry and grudgeful as she was; he was better than that.

"Of concern?" she barked, her voice slowly transitioning from hesitant to attentive. "What is it?" she then prodded, not being able to stand quiet as he prepared to unload the news on her.

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