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Oh god such a ramble, I'm sorry.
Carefully she filed it all away: names, places, events. She found the names intriguing, and the see-sawing history fairly par for the course for any normal shifting wolf-pack. Suicide aside - at that her heavy eyes half-lidded sympathetically, but of course the myriad abandonments must have been almost as woeful to the patriarch. He was strong enough not to show it, which she appreciated although appreciating he must miss his old comrades. "As long as we are here we keep their memory alive. They will always have something to come back to," she spoke solemnly, in one of her hit-and-miss attempts at reassurance. Of course, she had never met any of the faceless names from his related history, so her use of the word 'we' was meant only for the entity of the Court as a whole, and him as the king, most of all.
There was little left of the founding band, then, it seemed but she liked to think the spirit did live on in those that remained and had newly arrived. As far as she knew, there was no other place in these lands which accepted all manner of canines and their stories without a murmur. The diversity, spontaneity and liveliness that this could bring was she thought a worthwhile result of the Miracles wolves philosophy. Although, had it been the plan of the theatrical Jacquez to leave behind a war-lord who would lead a charge against a neighbouring pack? Well, at least join a charge - Vigilante had not instigated the war, and Caspa thought it sensible that they had retaliated after their own borders were transgressed. Still, something about the words 'theatrical and pompous' did catch her imagination. What a different kind of leader that must have been. Of course, he'd proved unreliable. The pack had seemed to diminish since the war though, everybody's spirits somehow damper. It wasn't anything that could be solved with a show of frivolity, although Caspa would have loved to try. There just weren't enough of them with the right temper to cut loose - even the happy-go-lucky Liam had seemed to become withdrawn and quiet since he'd stepped in as the untrained medic after the war. Time healed all, perhaps that was all they could do: wait. This was not a place suited for the grim mood of war, though. Aside from the pups, Terra was just about the only one full of cheer and she had come after the fighting was over. The rest had taken some time to recover, or perhaps there was another factor underlying their bleak mood: Caspa didn't know, but she knew she had faced her own problems recently enough so it was of course possible. She only hoped they could steer clear of such dark matters from now on. Having lost a good portion of their warriors to the new Cavalieri pack, surely the Court could do nothing but turn away from the struggle for justice. Despite their leader's name, and despite her own recent inclinations. But Caspa was determined not to get another canine involved in her vigilante crusade. She could not bear to bring anyone else down by involving them in something so brutal. She wanted only for the Court members to recuperate and regain some of that bohemian spirit it seemed they had been founded to provide. Although as she sat beside the mighty dog king on the delicate little bridge, staring into cold water only avoiding the shackles of ice by softly flowing, that spirit seemed intangible indeed. "What we need is a fool…" she murmured rather incomprehensibly, and then blinked in embarrassment. Now she'd thought out loud, she should explain herself. "Somebody to bring jokes and laughter to the land, for joy will attract newcomers to our borders… and perhaps the old members you have told me of, too." As she spoke a vision came into mind, of a laughing trickster who spoke in riddles and amused everybody they came across, spreading their name to other packs and shining a new light on the happenings within the lands through their ridiculous antics and mockery. She found herself idly wondering if she could learn these skills, but doubted their usefulness too much to consider it seriously for now: she had too much else to do. She couldn't help but wonder what Vigilante thought of her musings. What would the aloof and practical King feel about such a frivolous suggestion? Her philosophising had probably taken her too far into the realm of the outrageous this time.
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