The pools looked no different once she’d returned. Their turquoise hue was the same; the way the stone wrapped itself around them to make a chamber in its chest hadn’t shifted at all. By all the power a wolf could have, they never seemed to leave this place any different than before. Even blood could be worn away. Thoughts, not so much, but the weather would try.
The rain had picked up some from the evening, and the din was louder from within the cavern, though it had yet to find them in there. Morwen had led her procession into its depths the way she typically came, wont to be as transparent as was comfortable. There were other, more secretive entry points—but she’d rather not have kids sneaking up on her all the time. The umber wolf came to a stop at the edge of the largest pool, gazing as they tiered down towards a view of the valley, cloaked in black.
“Here we are,” she said, voice lacking the flair it probably should’ve had. “First thing’s first: that—” Morwen gestured with her muzzle towards the furthest pool, ”—is a drop. Don’t go falling off of it, because it is deadly.” She considered weaving some horrifying narrative of how Jarius died, but decided against it. She directed her gaze to the two wolves. “Second: this place isn’t just yours, it’s shared by me, two other wolves, and now, both of you. We all like our space. Respect it, and we’ll respect yours.”
The woman paused, looking between their faces as though she were awaiting their reactions. Really, she was considering what else she could say.
May 15, 2018 11:02 AM
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