11-05-2008, 05:08 PM
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Cercelee listened thoughtfully as Jefferson tried to explain his reasoning behind his respect for Iskata, and Cercelee tried to understand why she didn’t respect the female as strongly as this male seemed to. Iskata had never done anything to make Cercelee disrespect her (and Cercelee did not), and while she did admire the women for holding true to her opinion and running her own pack, Cercelee found that when face to face with Iskata the white female was more annoyed than anything else. Yes, Iskata was a loner for quite a while before settling down in Phoenix Valley. She spent a lot of time trying to find and keep in contact with all her children right after the fire. And now she had Phoenix Valley. Cercelee smiled slightly, maybe Iskata was just caring for the pack in the way she wished she could still care for her family, keep them together and loyal towards one another. Sighing Cercelee stood, shaking out her fur and looking at the pouring rain. All the musing about Iskata’s pack was making her homesick for Dahlia de Mai, although she had only been gone a few hours at most. Dahlia was the first pack she cared for, and the first group of wolves she felt close to, she couldn’t help but wonder if Iskata felt more strongly about her family ties or pack bonds now. Turning to the male, she shrugged helplessly. Well, I have to go back to Dahlia de Mai now, but you can stay here as long as you’d like. No one should bother you here, and if you ever need a change of scenery, I wouldn’t mind showing you around Dahlia de Mai. Just come a-calling. Cercelee bowed her head as if to apologize for her abrupt departure, but that couldn’t be help. Dahlia was were Cercelee wanted to be, and she rarely ever kept herself from doing what she wanted. |