04-09-2008, 10:04 PM
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It seemed that things had come around and people began to enlist themselves to her cause. She smiled softly, feeling a sense of hope swell from the pit of her stomach that she hadnt had in a long, long time. There was no time to ponder if they should move and try and find the other packs - the here and now said that what they had couldn't be ignored. "So a pack we shall be..." She said quietly, but firmly.
Hymn's small voice caught her attention and she sighed softly, glancing around the group once more. "Melisande, Tristan, would you two sort of....take charge, start marking off the borders and such? I need to talk to Hymn for a moment.." She left the two wolves fully capable of leading their small band, choosing to lead her granddaughter away for the moment to talk about equally serious, but far more grave matters. It hadn't occured to her until just then that she had been forced to leave Phasma behind too.....and now, her daughter didn't even have the house she loved so much to comfort her. She had the rebirth to watch, and she hoped that Phasma would find her own rebirth in that. Fatin believed that the spirits remained, watching and caring for the lands long after their flesh had returned to the earth. Mercido and Phasma both would leave behind a beauty for the years beyond, Fatin was sure of it.