Marzena vaguely heard “I’m Zelda” as she approached, so she assumed that was the female’s name. The other wolf was curiously marked with even more curious eyes – mismatched – and Marzena studied her for a moment before simply holding eye-contact in a fashion that was most like her.
Zelda’s question, whatever it may be, was one that she thought Seeker would have the answer to. Marzena could likely try, especially as the male had told her a lot of the happenings on his travels, so if it was anything to do with that, she could most certainly try. However, if she didn’t have the answer, Marzena would not pretend like she knew.
“Seeker left – he will not return for some time. If you’d like, I can try and answer.”
And Zelda then asked the question that so many asked: why was Marzena now the Leader? Tired of the same old, same old, Marzena opened her mouth to recite the same painful answer. A bear, death, that she was Second and now the Leader. Before she could, she felt a touch against her shoulder and her mouth closed to look at her daughter.
She would handle this one. For once, Marzena would not have to recall the events of her friend’s death to someone. It was a refreshing feeling, but one she wished that she didn’t have to pass on to her daughter of all wolves.
She looked back at Zelda, her expression the same as it had been, but inside she felt the pain of it all once more. She always looked the same, but she always felt the pain.
“As Natasha said,” she agreed, expression still Leader-like, voice still business-like, but her heart pained and hurt. Valentina’s death was a burden she’d carry for a long, long time, especially given she had no chance to mourn her.
Aug 18, 2017 08:29 AM — Post #5
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