Even the thought of the word left a bitter taste in her mouth. Geneva had not spoken throughout the proceedings. She was quiet as she kept vigil at Jefferson's side, her rightful place as a sub-leader of this pack and as his lover and friend. There were so many filters through her thoughts right now. She considered all of these things through different perspectives and found herself divided between her loyalties to her pack and her loyalties to her heart.
The gray woman did not love anyone from Inferni, although she knew that relations had bee tense between the coyote clan and the Valley pack before. Those issues had settled quietly, like dust floating back on to the floorboards of an abandoned house. But the memory of the conflict remained. But there had been love there once, in the form of a woman who had vanished just as surely as DaVinci had all those months ago. Despite Phoenix Valley's tense relations with Inferni, the sub-leader would wish war on no one.
Geneva had never lived through a war, had never participated in one. She was grateful that Phoenix Valley was not involved directly, although she could imagine that those with ties to the pack and clan involved would feel the strain of worry. She recalled with a hidden chill her first brush with violence, with the brute Brennt who would have taken her life if DaVinci had not been there to come to her aid.
Lime green eyes shifted from the faces of those assembled to Jefferson, her thoughts plain on her face for a moment. Her expression mirrored her concern before she masked the emotion. She was not worried that Phoenix Valley would fall victim to the war, but it was good to be vigilant.
She knew that Addison was on Jefferson's mind. The young girl was on her mind as well. Addison was now a young woman and old enough to choose for herself, and she had gone to live within the Dahlian borders.
"It is best if we are all prepared and vigilant," she said, her thin, quiet voice rising above the hushed tones of talking and breathing.