<i>Silver Bullet</i> -- Ice Tundra

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Date Posted: Friday, June 19, 12:32:57am
Author: Silver Mist
Subject: Silver Bullet
In reply to: Shadowdancer 's message, "thank goodness." on Wednesday, June 17, 08:02:30pm

The tension could be seen rolling off the younger she-wolf as her words of welcome registered. Mist allowed the other to approach her side though shifted slightly as the other grew a tad too close. She was not a fearful leader, choosing instead to let her actions speak loud then her words and to let herself be the example of how they should be. "There is no need for thanks. I would only hope you'd return the favor if the situation was turned around." Large crown shook as she spoke of being tossed out. "You are free to leave when you wish. All I ask is that you approach me of your wish first...then I shall give you my blessing and wish you well." They sat there then, staring off into the fading sunlight, silence all that greeted them till it was shattered once more by a question and concern. Mist could not hold the words against the other, but the pang that sprung up took effort to hide. Gone was her son and heir, gone the pups she had raised either by blood or adoption. Gone...nearly all of them were gone. "It can not be helped and sadly life must go on, but I carry them in my heart always. And she did...she always would.

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