"You are not old," she insisted with a little grin. "Just with the stubborness of one." Wasted years were not something she wanted to think about - so many days this pack could have spent as the strange family they were instead of apart and wandering. For a shaman of memories, she was sensitive about the concept of time, seeking refuge in the past rather than accepting the present or guessing at the future. "And I wouldn't talk so easily about mating either, not when you sit here alone~"
Here she might have injected a joke about jealousy, but this hardly was the time. "If you need help adjusting, talk to me or one of the less excitable ones. After all, you're not the only one acclimating to pack life again." And yet even then old habits died hard: the Pumpkin family still lived on the fringes of their society, staking a claim in the graveyard as was their strange wont and remaining reclusive save for Pumpkinhead's obsession with Gullwing; the water-inclined triad of half-siblings stayed close to their respective domains, incapable of stanidng each others' company for long; Spellbinder of course with her sharp temper and need to comment negatively on everything; even Ultima remained wry in character, refusing the existance of his wounds and the healer's treatment upon him. In a way, it was a comfort to know that not even time could erase some things.
"You know, Spell wasn't always that way," Oathkeeper added softly as she traced these thoughts backwards in time, and unbidden several memories of a pre-war beta filled her vision. "She was hardy, yes, and not one of the friendliest to approach, but I know that her heart was in the right place even if her words were not; don't think so ill of her. I will learn what nags at her so and see if it can't be helped. In the meantime while I'm here, do you need anything, Owa?"
Here she might have injected a joke about jealousy, but this hardly was the time. "If you need help adjusting, talk to me or one of the less excitable ones. After all, you're not the only one acclimating to pack life again." And yet even then old habits died hard: the Pumpkin family still lived on the fringes of their society, staking a claim in the graveyard as was their strange wont and remaining reclusive save for Pumpkinhead's obsession with Gullwing; the water-inclined triad of half-siblings stayed close to their respective domains, incapable of stanidng each others' company for long; Spellbinder of course with her sharp temper and need to comment negatively on everything; even Ultima remained wry in character, refusing the existance of his wounds and the healer's treatment upon him. In a way, it was a comfort to know that not even time could erase some things.
"You know, Spell wasn't always that way," Oathkeeper added softly as she traced these thoughts backwards in time, and unbidden several memories of a pre-war beta filled her vision. "She was hardy, yes, and not one of the friendliest to approach, but I know that her heart was in the right place even if her words were not; don't think so ill of her. I will learn what nags at her so and see if it can't be helped. In the meantime while I'm here, do you need anything, Owa?"
