<i>Silver Line of Hope</I> -- Ice Tundra

A mute shift of cranium given in response to Greyn�s words, of course she recalled the two whelps turned young adult. It was as if the past had come back to haunt her. She had begun to gather the understanding that the former pups were alone, save Greyn that the parental units of both were not to be spotted on the horizon anytime soon. Her disappointment quickly covered the silver nymph returned the affectionate nips given by the alabaster female, Lightning. Canines flashing in the form of a smile Mist chuckled her response to the excited fea. �You�ve been missed child. Welcome back. I am sure that she will be back sooner than all of us give her credit for.� Or so the sterling she-wolf hoped. The laughter that had begun to shine in sapphire spheres flickered out as the male, Thunder advanced. She did not withhold herself like Ice, no her reasoning was something other than threatened. It was as if she stared at a mirror and the ache within her chest grew till she feared it�d been heard from those around her. She had loved and lost many but the loss of her children had rested heaviest. Band was gone, Quiet Paw, Avery, Ambrose, all of them. Faded into the winter snow � and still the black figure had remained, like a plague fighting against the night�s medicine. He�d always been there, A thorn in her side, but a thorn much beloved. Again depression wished to snake forward and bite her but it was brushed aside as with a comical lick much like their grandfather � Thunder licked them both, though he seemed to pay much closer attention to Black Ice than he had to her. Quizzical and always watching the alpha female gave a slight tilt of her crown. There was something there in the nip that puzzled the silver one, but at the moment Ice kept her from pressing him. Muzzle turning to brush against his own, she gave her own nip, this one a sign of authority and a mild reminder of who called the shots. She would not have anyone, blood or not, disobey her and if any should step on Ice�s toes they would have Mist to tangle with too. Realizing then that her friend was vibrating in a near pent up tension way sterling frame shifted and brushed against that of Black Ice�s ebony form. No words spoken but a simple gesture that she thanked her for her support, understanding, and protection � and that the same was offered back. Then and only then after all of this was done did eyes rest on the figure of Greyn again. She was sure he�d been watching all of this, watching her to see her reaction, he would have noted her moment of sadness and the determination to keep the pups under paw, or perhaps even the slight protectiveness that she held for her Beta. �You�re welcome.� Words floating over the air in response to the thanks given but her eyes continued to rest on Greyn. Unsure what to say or do now that he was there in front of her.

Dubbance:
Silver Mist

Gender:
Female

Moons survived:
6

Home:
Ice Tundra

Position:
Alpha

Companion:
None

Pups: Dark Thunder, Avery, & Ambrose