Word Count » 378 :: Whee 
The Consul was finally returning to her full emotional strength and health, now that the ghost of her son had been laid to rest properly. It was time to turn her focus back to her pack as a whole to make sure that they thrived this summer and avoided any more tragedies like they had suffered during the winter. Unfortunately family troubles still plagued the Marino matron's mind as it had come to light that her eldest son, Gotham, had become a bit of a loose canon morally over the months where her mind had been intent upon Artemis and Denali. She was glad that he had finally seen sense and come to her with his issues, but she could not lie that she had been disappointed in him. Gotham had, in many ways, been the apple of her eye in his youth and it was difficult to see how he had fallen now. Still, she had faith that he would turn it all around, with the family and pack's help.
These were the thoughts that drifted through the leader's mind as she leisurely patrolled the borders of her home. This duty had been sorely neglected by her in her weeks of healing and mourning and many of the scent markers were old and stale. The Consul frowned each time she came upon a marking that was stale, softly berating herself for her oversight and remedying the problem immediately. They had claimed new grounds too and it was crucial to keep those marked so no unwitting travelers traipsed into the new Dreaming territories. So locked up within her own mind, Savina did not notice the presence of a familiar scent until her name was called out on a deep masculine voice. Emeralds looked up sharply to see a figure that took her a moment to recall, but then a smile graced her features as she walked up to the young man. "Barrett, it's been a while. Where did you wander off to? I hope you didn't get into any trouble or surely I would have to answer to your mother," the Italian fey said lightly, remembering how she had promised Maserati to look after his welfare. That had proved difficult, when he had become absent from the lands.
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