leviathan had become intimately aware of how important to a wolf the binding of a pack was. socially, mentally, internally, physically. it was ingrained into the species for a reason and even the most outlandish minds craved some kind of contact, for ill or boon was all that need be decided. she remembers helping salem while on the outer rim, while they were watched by jaye and had no small amount of danger round them. if it had not been for togetherness then, they could not have afforded the kind of ease that they had taken about the world around them.
how salem behaves only makes her agree with that sentiment all the more. salem had once been a loyal beast as any, following her beneath the banner of her nephew who had, at times, showed an unhealthy affection for the one that was not his imprint and mate - trusted her with more than what was even given to his much younger aunt.
her revulsion at the things that leviathan says is not missed, nor does it lend leviathan to backing down. it is simply not hers to decide that salem is welcome, no matter how her sister claims friendship with the male who she had begun to find more affection towards than was tolerable to one who had to be able to shrug off attachment at a moments notice. perhaps she was changing even more than salem knew.
“I was called? I don't suppose you think we should be worrying over Salem's return, do you? Though, perhaps some warning next time might be nice. Some of our members are less forgiving.”
“i don’t suppose she ought be racing headlong into a place where not everyone might assume her a friend for that very reason, better to hear her welcomed from you than to find her in a tangle that might have been avoided...” leviathan says by way of answer. she shudders to think of salem running into some of the more volatile members she had spied in the trees and fields and shores of glorall. they were a feral lot and none too kind to fools or trespassers.
“she says she came to just fetch something… but might she stay a while with me on the island so we can catch up?”
THE LAST DAUGHTER OF MIROVIS
female | 8 years | 37 inches | 91 pounds
velite of glorall | fond of tesseract
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