The Tangle gymnopédie no.1

the remorse seems genuine—a mistake had been made. alarm bells waned further in Avicus's mind, and she nods, accepting the apology. though the woman is not alone: there are scents of others upon her pelt, and they are quite recent.

she is appeased, but not at ease.

Avicus once more points her nose to the Rise. buh' 'hey are our ah-lly, she adds, looking back at Sapphique. frien'. no strife between the packs. . .and a mutual obligation to snuff out any threats, too.

why you here? she asks, returning her eyes to the other. she lets her gaze linger upon those chilling pale orbs; the only wolf she recalls seeing with that color—or lack thereof—had been her mother's sister, the enigmatic Averna.

this only heightens her curiosity, and her brow furrows in intrigue. where you go?