Crossing into Forbidden Land

Ghita Marino · 10-30-2010, 03:34 PM

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Daw, family bonding~
Wc: 789

Maybe it was because Ghita was the parent of two children currently going through what could be determined as the teenaged years, or maybe her pregnancy hormones were keeping her somewhat sane, but the hot-head female didn't respond all too negatively towards Zephyr's snark towards her. She recognized something all too familiar in this pup that she'd gone through in the recent months - hostility and defensiveness. With her injured leg especially, she'd been hostile towards most wolves who offered support or aid, simply because of her overactive pride. Even when she was as young as Zephyr was - a mere seven months - she'd been snarky enough - Savina certainly remembered. But she'd mellowed out eventually, kept her head, and emerged all the better for it.

No matter how she tried to imagine it, Ghita couldn't imagine under what scenarios that Zephyr's parents, if still alive, would abandon such a young pup to fend for himself. Part of her felt guilty for snapping at him, but even if the boy didn't accept it, there was pack protocol to follow, and Crimson Dreams' numbers were swelling - with special cause to Ghita - and the pack couldn't afford to take many more mouths in to feed, especially as winter was coming. She held her tongue as her mate explained, only recognizing Aro's scent once his pawsteps were echoing close behind her.

Opening her mouth to say something, she closed it quickly, the voice dying on her tongue almost as fast as it had been born. Her pierced ears folded back slightly, her turquoise orbs widening slightly before she gulped quietly, unease spreading through her skin. She hadn't seen or heard from her son - her baby boy - ever since he returned from his endeavor over the borders, a situation where Ghita herself had lost her temper all too much. Hearing her son stand up for her only sent more red-hot knives into her chest, physical anxiety resurfacing in her very bones. "Aro..." she began, her voice devoid of any patronization but filled with regret and the need to be loved by her son once more. Her eyes danced around the clearing once, twice, three times before finally settling on Aro's optics, seeking something resembling forgiveness there. Perhaps time had finally healed the wounds she'd caused him, but for her it would take only a few heartfelt words to repair the damage.

Patiently letting out a soft sigh at Zephyr's ignorance and aggression, Ghita couldn't stay mad at either boy for very long. The added influence of her family helped strengthen her point all the more, and she felt that Jazper would be better at handling the situation than her. "Zephyr, there is no shame in walking away from a fight. It's not fleeing in shame or fear. It's having the sense to save the fight for another day; simple sense." Before Jazper could respond once more with anger, Ghita tried this time to be more of a voice of reason, gaining perspective she'd lost with Aro. But with her tuxedoed son she was more invested - the ties of love could sometimes emerge in odd ways.

Quietly lowering her rump to the soil beneath her paws, she let Jazper begin to explain to Zephyr the points he would have to make as a member of Crimson Dreams, but all the same lifted an ebony lip slightly beyond the point of her fangs when the night-hued warrior moved in front of her and Aro. The lip that moved was on the other side of her face to Aro, shielding him from seeing the skirmishes the parents had from time to time. Ghita felt more than capable of taking care of herself, even pregnant and injured, but Jazper never seemed to see that, even before she was carrying pups or injured.

Regularly, her gaze returned to her son, wondering how much he was learning from his father at this point. The huntress had forgotten that he'd have to learn how to deal with trespassers, along with the finer arts of fighting and hunting - things that adult wolves did, not pups. To Ghita her pups would always stay young, but never incapable. She knew that Aro was shaping up to be a fine young man under the guidance of her and Jazper, but never dreamed that they'd all have such a hands-on learning experience. Guilt still prickled beneath her fur as she watched her son, wondering how much he still hated her from the last time they met. Even though their pelts were physically close, the mother and son still felt miles away in Ghita's heart, something that made her very soul ache, more so than any of her injuries had in the past years.

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