They continued to walk, the two female leaders of two great packs, in almost complete silence, and yet sharing so much in that quietness. Though little words were conveyed, they were packed with emotion, with meaning - no word was wasted in their conversation, no matter how brief and short it was.
She stopped as Alyssum suddenly looked at her. Her pups were still now - sleeping, she presumed, or otherwise just peacefully still in their mother's warm arms. The words that Alyssum spoke were clear, and yet her voice was almost broken - honest, completely honest, perhaps brutally honest in her answer. She did not know.
"I guess none of us really know," she said quietly; she was still not herself - still trapped in her mind, in her emotions, but she could tell how Alyssum was hurting inside. She had felt that way, once, long ago, when she had first met Bangle; hurt and pain, unsure of what to do next. She was a different creature, now. But she could still, perhaps, help Alyssum come to terms with what she needed to do - and with what she wanted to do.
"What do you want? For yourself?" she asked, staring intently at Alyssum. She knew that Jazper seemed to have meant it, when he said that he loved the woman standing before her - but she could not wipe from her mind that he had had Skye's own pups, had fallen in love so quickly after the fact.
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