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The reactions of the wolves about them were unmistakable. It seemed as if the news had been lying low, perhaps waiting for something. But perhaps it had been waiting for this, for something dramatic. And she knew that Svara was one to relish such a thing, for she had created it. And the woad warrior did not have a single doubt in her mind that the girl had brought this upon herself. But that was beside the point. What Sabeen had done was inexcusable by any standards especially because it had been done within the packlands to another packmember. The warrior was one who may have been able to dismiss the severity, though not the matter, of such conduct had it occurred between a Dahlian and some lone creature. But such was not the case here. And it seemed that, with the behavior of Sabeen when she had sought her out, had been a strange one. And the woman’s inability to recollect such a thing, and, moreover, her inability to learn that she had such symptoms (whatever they were), was not something that the pack needed. What if such a thing were to happen again? And the warrior, as a protector of the pack, did not wish to wait for such a thing to happen. There were younger pups within the boarders that needed consideration.
And Svara was indirect upon the unveiling of the perpetrator. Perhaps, with such an incident, the youth had become hopeless. And she wondered, then, why the girl had not come out before, to bring down one who had harmed her. Surely such a volatile personality would not have simply stood by even as she did so now. Perhaps there was some sort of fear or insecurity deep within the youth that had become the personality she so easily wore upon her sleeve. Svara claimed to have told Haku such things, and she did not doubt it. But the warrior thought that if the girl would only take life more seriously, others would be able to heed her warnings. And this was just another case of the human tale “The Boy Who Cried Wolf” which she had heard a long time ago. As for Karma.... perhaps that was exactly what it was.
Whoever the other black fae was, she seemed very familiar with Svara. But the warrior was not familiar with her, and she scented that this female did not belong to any pack. Briefly, her mind crossed the possibility that she had entered the packlands without permission, but for now, the matter at hand was the justice that needed to be served. (And, with a soft laughter, she thought of that lone male Onus.) Turning to Cercelee, briefly with fleeting eye contact greeting Firefly, who had recently arrived, the warrior nodded at Svara’s words. “It was Sabeen,” the alto melody stated simply and clearly. Briefly, those white orbs flickered across the young girl before she returned her gaze to the white Rosea. “I approached her several days ago concerning the matter, and there was no doubt that she had done what Svara has claimed that she has done.” Blood had still lingered upon the woman’s fur, though she had chosen to disregard it. “But she would not admit to it, claiming innocence. And it seemed as if she even believed her lies.” And the warrior, who did not know of drugs, could not explain why such a thing were the case.
The reactions of the wolves about them were unmistakable. It seemed as if the news had been lying low, perhaps waiting for something. But perhaps it had been waiting for this, for something dramatic. And she knew that Svara was one to relish such a thing, for she had created it. And the woad warrior did not have a single doubt in her mind that the girl had brought this upon herself. But that was beside the point. What Sabeen had done was inexcusable by any standards especially because it had been done within the packlands to another packmember. The warrior was one who may have been able to dismiss the severity, though not the matter, of such conduct had it occurred between a Dahlian and some lone creature. But such was not the case here. And it seemed that, with the behavior of Sabeen when she had sought her out, had been a strange one. And the woman’s inability to recollect such a thing, and, moreover, her inability to learn that she had such symptoms (whatever they were), was not something that the pack needed. What if such a thing were to happen again? And the warrior, as a protector of the pack, did not wish to wait for such a thing to happen. There were younger pups within the boarders that needed consideration.
And Svara was indirect upon the unveiling of the perpetrator. Perhaps, with such an incident, the youth had become hopeless. And she wondered, then, why the girl had not come out before, to bring down one who had harmed her. Surely such a volatile personality would not have simply stood by even as she did so now. Perhaps there was some sort of fear or insecurity deep within the youth that had become the personality she so easily wore upon her sleeve. Svara claimed to have told Haku such things, and she did not doubt it. But the warrior thought that if the girl would only take life more seriously, others would be able to heed her warnings. And this was just another case of the human tale “The Boy Who Cried Wolf” which she had heard a long time ago. As for Karma.... perhaps that was exactly what it was.
Whoever the other black fae was, she seemed very familiar with Svara. But the warrior was not familiar with her, and she scented that this female did not belong to any pack. Briefly, her mind crossed the possibility that she had entered the packlands without permission, but for now, the matter at hand was the justice that needed to be served. (And, with a soft laughter, she thought of that lone male Onus.) Turning to Cercelee, briefly with fleeting eye contact greeting Firefly, who had recently arrived, the warrior nodded at Svara’s words. “It was Sabeen,” the alto melody stated simply and clearly. Briefly, those white orbs flickered across the young girl before she returned her gaze to the white Rosea. “I approached her several days ago concerning the matter, and there was no doubt that she had done what Svara has claimed that she has done.” Blood had still lingered upon the woman’s fur, though she had chosen to disregard it. “But she would not admit to it, claiming innocence. And it seemed as if she even believed her lies.” And the warrior, who did not know of drugs, could not explain why such a thing were the case.