She was distressed. The disappearance of the wolf known as Orin had been a relief, sad enough as it was, to the Horzana woman, but she could see how it hurt Mars. Without her snowy competition, there was no Bartholomew, and the bi-color hybrid felt awkward in their shared home. Or his home, really. She was just unwanted furniture, regardless of what the Russo may have said. Her shoulders slumped as she busied herself with trivial tasks, making tea for the male and sitting down to write in her books. Somewhere, things had gone wrong, and she could only blame Mars for leaving her in the first place.
The call that came from somewhere outside of their home reached her ears before her companion alerted her to their required presence. In truth, she didn't want to step outside, not if it meant extra influence on the already disturbed mind of the wolfdog, but she couldn't simply tell Mars no. It wasn't in her capabilities. Silent, she stood from her place in the kitchen, brushing blonde bangs from her eyes as she followed the tri-color wolf through Thornbury. The trip wasn't long, yet each new step left a more prominent sense of dread locked in her chest.
As he stopped, she caught sight of their unnerved leader, pale pink eyes focusing on the large male with a sense of vague fondness. It faded, of course, as she watched the Russo stand in silence. One white-tipped hand reached out to rest against his arm. She couldn't feel sympathy for his distress, but she hated what emotions she assumed he had garnered. "Maybe we should have stayed home, muffin." The whisper was meant for him alone, not wanting to alienate herself from the leader at that point. Any unpleasant happenings within Cercatori had yet to bother the Nakzhi-native, at least not like the rest of the pack. She didn't fear for herself, though that was large in part to her faith in the man she housed with.
While Mars remained silent, she turned her eyes to Shawchert. "Did something else happen, mi querido?" Though she tried to sound concerned, it was lost on her features as she leaned ever so slightly against the angered male beside her.
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