Haunted Wood Hello, inferior evil beings

that was it, then. she wants to breathe a sigh of relief, wants to ask his advice, do a thousand things besides. but she only remains still, features set as she regards him. "alright." she agrees, wondering if she should watch him while he remains. doubts begin to creep in once again, shifting in the slightest when he glances away. she is not vengeance, who had brought this pack into existence and existed as an uncontested leader. until two days ago.

"I will," she replies, as it seems the best thing to say. "you're welcome back again, if you want. you've taught me well." sentiment. perhaps it's stupid of her to bring into what seems to be a mostly political discussion, but she feels it needs saying. without him, and the time he'd spent teaching her, she would just have easily been the broken body on the borderline. with that, then, she turns heel and cuts toward Serem's den, seeking to inform her and do something about the weeping gash across her neck.