08-12-2009, 08:13 PM
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I pray to you
That they could communicate so well without words was a blessing, and Cercelee could convey how she felt even if the reasons for those feelings never were revealed. Slay’s very being now brought her much worry and anxiety, but so long as someone knew that she felt this resent helped her. To share misery and unhappiness lessened it, it seemed, and she knew that Cwmfen would not look down on her for such feelings. Perhaps it was wrong to feel so about one’s own mate, but it couldn’t be helped. Nor could she help to feel guilty for Cwmfen’s current condition, though Cercelee herself had done nothing to put her in such a state. And it was true that there had been nothing Cercelee could have done to prevent it either. Sometimes opposing forces were too strong, sometimes Cercelee felt it was fate that smashed them down and they could only do their best to regroup and go about their lives. Cercelee saw the shadow of Cwmfen’s hand reach out to her and she raised her head, looking squarely into Cwmfen’s white eyes. Yes the pack needed her, and Slay had too, but so often it seemed that the pack ate up much of her time and yet still needed more of it. If only there were more than one of her, but she supposed that is why she had Haku and Cwmfen. Only, Haku and Cwmfen couldn’t stand in her stead when it was a friend who needed her and not a pack mate. You are part of this pack, are you not? The pack would have needed her, but Cwmfen was part of that and why Cercelee hadn’t found the time for a pack member was inexcusable, but if Cwmfen was willing to forgive Cercelee was willing to forget. Her voice tried to sound cheery, indicating they need say no more on the manner. And they will be part of the pack too, yes? Cercelee’s eyes flitted over the swollen belly of the pregnant women. Children of incest, such was Conor and Emwe although not so close as this litter was bound to be. Her face was warm and kind, for such a act had not been Cwmfen’s will and puppies were puppies no matter where they came from, they should be a joyous occasion. They are due soon? It was a question and not a statement and Cercelee’s navy eyes sought for an indication on Cwmfen’s face about how she felt about the puppies. Cercelee couldn’t of course change her mind if it was negative, but she could offer comfort and support in the very least. Though I don't know who you are
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