postdated 1.9.2011!
Skye was walking to Shawchert's house, taking it slowly. She had first heard about everything after breaking up the fight between Orin and Sky. She hadn't even known, really...She knew about Orin and Shawchert, and that Sky had a crush on Shawchert, but she hadn't really known the magnitude that it would bring. Both girls had been beaten pretty badly by each other...and Bangle just stood and watched! She gave an angry huff as she thought of the coywolf, but quickly deflated in her anger as she remembered that he had an affliction; he was a male. She rolled her eyes to herself.
This wasn't about Bangle, however, it was about Shaw. How could the alpha have been so ridiculous! Making love to a girl that he didn't even want to become mates with! And then there was Sky; Skye knew now that the girl had visited Shawchert either before or after the fight, comforting him, but she didn't really know much else. All she knew was that Shawchert had to have a little bit of sense beaten into him, and Skye was the one to do it!
Well, she wouldn't really beat it into him - maybe just slap it in to him. A little bit. After all, even though Skye had no romantic desires for Shawchert, she couldn't deny that the Capitano was a handsome and desirable man, and that it made sense for others in the pack to want him as a mate. But he couldn't just go flaunting it around all over the place, being ridiculous and not having any sense about it! He had to be sensible!
Skye was a little ashamed, to be exact. She hadn't known what was going on until the fight with Sky and Orin. That was when she learned everything, from everyone else. She was ashamed that she hadn't known what was going on - in her own pack! She was turning out to be an awful co-leader...she couldn't believe it. And it was Shawchert, for God's sake, one of her best friends, the first friend she'd had in Souls! Shawchert, whom she'd built the pack together with! And she couldn't even keep up with what was happening with him! What did that make her?
Well, that would be no more. As she stood outside Shawchert's little hut, knocking on his door, she would be here for him and the pack as well. After all, after she slapped some sense into the boy, he would need some time to recuperate.
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