Anu didn’t feel comfortable with the idea, if she returned. It was hard to find peace in a kingdom with to many kings. Fallen or crowned. But Anu did not make that decision, and for that she was grateful. She felt for Savina, the best friend of the white wolfess, the mother of the child that was hurt and the one to ask for her leave. Or demand it. Anu had stood behind her, but that place only held a shadow of the hardship. The woman felt for Naniko, understood the need for security, to keep the children in her womb safe. But Crimson Dreams was safe. Safe as the two fey’s that commanded it could, and had tried to make it. Even if Anu did not think it would make her comfortable, she knew it would be better for the family that Naniko had there. For that she would sacrifice.
Her voice was cool as she spoke, “They will miss you, and feel the strain you place on them.” for they were in pain, and loosing their mother. For what? Anu could still not understand the reason Naniko would not return. To her it was not a question of safety, their pack was still safe. Anu could imagine, guess that with all the words she spoke and all the Is she used it was pride she wished to keep. Giving her belly would be a simple sacrifice for the daughters she was leaving. She spoke, and Anu could not rid her mind of a few choice words. She did not answer her question, and that did not go unnoticed by the older woman. Blue eyes looked on, watching the younger female and a frustration rose. A pack, a pack with friends and ones that trusted her. They would know of her past? Were they so much more generous to her? Had they followed her without question for so many seasons? It hadn’t been the easiest option, to throw her drug laden mind from the pack. But did Anu get nothing for the history that they had? The past would always be present, no matter what one chose to remember, or ignore.
Anu found that nothing she could say would reach ears far younger then her own. She had many years over her, and kept her voice as even as her face. She began to turn, dismissing her as if she was no more then a mirror for a silent response-less self reflection. She spoke to her back, “Even single mistakes need forgiveness, and your welcome Naniko, I wouldn’t turn from one I loved.” though the words were kind her voice was heavy as stone. A single mistake had not been forgiven, the chance never truly received. Love that had faded, but never disappeared, not when love for four young wolves stood between them. She watched the white female walk away, her step seemed easy, the noose Crimson Dreams had placed on her pride severed. Anu let her go. 500+ |
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