Aanga paced in the main area of the den she and Thorin shared, tail swishing nervously behind her. She knew very well the situation her pride was in. And there were very few solutions to it. Even fewer that were viable ones. And all of them were ones she needed to talk to Thorin about. So she waited for him to return from his business, finally seating herself and taking a deep breath. They would get through this.
Their people, no matter what, would not die.
NovaCracker
Posted: Mon Feb 29, 2016 10:27 am
Das Tor
Thorin was returning from hunting, again. The numbers of the dwarves waned and the proud king had nieces abd nephews rekying on him. Cubs and adults needed a steady, calm paw - which Thorin lacked inwardly, but seeing Anga's pacing upon returning gave hi pause, and he stared, frowining faintly.
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