Swiftcurrent Creek a baby sleeps in all our bones [join]

Lethe had assumed many things about the girl before her, yet the moment the ivory dove pressed herself closer to the earth in further submission was not one of them. The tawny female bristled at this – the action itself irritated her.. She had been perfectly content to have the Kesuk gone from her life the moment the pale woman had deemed her unloyal to the gods before chasing her out. Clearly, the young she-wolf desired something from her – and the Styx woman held nothing but mistrust.

This mistrust drifted further as the Kesuk admitted her lie – albeit in terms that attempted to further weave her web. Blinking her cerulean eyes, the regal cast the child a look of indifference, her lip pulling back to flash a fang at the misspoken begot who attempted to plea her. “If she is your charge than you will do better to represent her by moving past the speech of a baby,” she warned quietly before averting her attention back to the problem that lay before her: Jinx. Lethe had never let her own child speak in such a pathetic manner – Sotiria, despite her mother’s lustful reputation, had grown to be an intelligent female.

The Shaman was mentioned, and the female shifted her weight. Bristling now, her eyes studied the alabaster viper as she continued. According to the very soul before her – apparently touched by the gods themselves and ever their humble servant – Lethe was unworthy of their attentions. How quickly that had seemed to change. “If you served this pack so well, why did they not aid you in your time of need? Or follow you?” It was a simple question – and one that the she-wolf would demand to know the answer to.

The child was introduced, and the Creek wolf ignored this for now – he was of no importance to her. “If you are here because of the Shaman, summon him then. I am not his keeper – he can make his own decision and determine if he wishes to leave with you.” She would expect nothing less – Lecter would never be loyal to her.. in years past, he had barely tolerated her. The wolves of Shearwater Bay did not harbor sudden changes of the heart; Lethe had lived with them and had been close enough to them to know this.