She’d gone through days of mental preparation before throwing the idea out there; leaving the cottage was the safest option at this point, for she knew how merciless the coyotes could be. It was better for the group to move on their own accord, then to get chased out of the place they called home. Situated right on the border between Dahlia de Mai and neutral territory, it was definitely one of the most dangerous places to be in times of war. The plan was simple. They were to pull back and retreat into deeper Dahlian soil, where other pack members would be positioned at closer proximity. In all honesty, Alexey felt a little more at ease knowing that Mew Sadira be a mere few houses away, if that. They had already explored the area up north, scouting it for the ideal new home. And luckily, their research had not been fruitless.
A house, Victorian in style, was now their destination. It was bigger and yet considerably older than the place they already possessed. The Caregiver had purposely chosen that house, knowing that both Conor and Emwe would appreciate the extra space. Perhaps, just perhaps, it would be enough to coax them into staying with her just a little while longer. Part of her wanted to feel Conor’s strong arms around her, while another part dreaded the day when that same little boy would move away from home. Conflicting realities consequently negated each other, leaving her dazed and confused. Emwe finally came back around, sporting his rarely seen two-legged form and Conor followed shortly thereafter. One of the pups was missing still, but it surprised her none. Night Thames was untameable, and her patience was running thin with the unruly child.
A hesitant smile mirrored the golden boy’s, acquiescing his presence in the most subtle way she could muster. She felt like a teenager on a date with her long time crush. It was disabling, clouding her judgement with nonsense when she should’ve been focusing on the task at hand. It took some effort, but she finally pulled her gaze from said distraction and took a step towards the first pup. Vesle, it was. Scooping him up into her arms, she waited for her two helpers to do the same so they could finally get a move on. “Night will catch up, I’m sure,” she explained with certainty. And then she threw in an additional comment, sure to liven the atmosphere. “So who’s taking the bedroom downstairs?”
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