Lone Star Mountain We rise and we fall

even without her throne, and weighed upon by the potential loss of nearly her entire pack, stigmata thought that there was something viciously stunning about takiyok that grief could not consume. a small part of him wanted to physically comfort her, but these days most of him felt directed towards returning to his days serving as sandraudiga's general - and therapy wasn't his strong suit.

he tilted his head slightly as she spoke, and flashed her a skeptical rise of one brow. "have you forgotten that we are already bonded?" he huffed a little, and turned his muzzle out towards the herd, eyeing them speculatively. he didn't feel like he needed to remind her what she had promised him, so he moved on. "i will gather enough wolves to me to provide for you here. i do not expect you to stay, but i will prepare for it regardless." using the corner of his eye, he tried to catch a glimpse of her expression. "this can still be your season, if you wish. i will give it to you."