10-14-2012, 01:25 PM
Tharin licked over Kiara softly, enjoying the affection. It might not look any different to outsiders, but for him he was finally settled with his mate, and enjoying every instant he spent with her. He buried his nose in her coat for a second before pulling it out and listening. He hadn't expected Noah to speak with such authority. The congratulations on surviving the storm seemed a foolish and unnecessary action to him. They had celebrated their survival the way that most did, by moving on, and living life without dwelling in the past. His reference to coming together for the storm also struck him as odd. Why wouldn't the pack have done so?
The sudden rage lifted Tharin's hackles, afraid for a moment that Noah would be attempting a revolt and attack the pack. Or that he had the madness. Neither proved true as he spoke. Deuce was missing? He let that roll through his head. Tharin didn't know many packs. Well, he did know one. He had spoken to members of Cercatori d'Arte, and a curious warrior from Anathema had come to see him before. I could speak to Anathema. See if they have spotted her.
The sudden rage lifted Tharin's hackles, afraid for a moment that Noah would be attempting a revolt and attack the pack. Or that he had the madness. Neither proved true as he spoke. Deuce was missing? He let that roll through his head. Tharin didn't know many packs. Well, he did know one. He had spoken to members of Cercatori d'Arte, and a curious warrior from Anathema had come to see him before. I could speak to Anathema. See if they have spotted her.