As much as Kanaya needed the time to mourn over her lost family, she had a job to do. She was the pack’s Theta, after all. And it necessarily was not a gore-free war. It never was. She had been tending to Kodlak’s wound from where his leg was ripped, the scent of his new vampire blood, seeping into her nares that she had not noticed her long lost son’s scent enter Hawthorne. However, her attention snapped when she heard her daughter, the Queen’s voice. The crimson skirted lass did not pick out the words, however, Lucaya seemed quite happy. Kanaya nuzzled Kodlak. ”Now rest, Kodlak. Sleep will help you heal faster.” She whispered to her grandson before leaving his den. Kanaya looked over to Lucaya, and two other figures stood there. Lucaya nuzzled into the neck of the other black wolf…then realization hit. It was Thyrius. Her mind flashed back to when she had crossed his path on her way here, and Kanaya felt tension. Thyrius did not forgive her then, would he even now? Kanaya padded her way over, her posture hesitant, when Lucaya stopped gushing over the mottled brown and grey morpha baby at his feet. Lucaya had spoke first - ”We…We have a lot to catch up on, brother.” followed by the crimson skirted lass. ”Thyrius…” She started, her emerald eyes starting to well up with tears as she padded closer. ”Why are you here…? I thought you…didn’t want to…see me again…?” Kanaya could definitely see he looked so much like Damian, and this was the breaking point. The crimson skirted lass broke into a full on sob, letting her body collapse a few feet away from her long-lost son. ”I need you now more than ever, Thy. We all do.” She sniffled, looking up to Thyrius and awaiting a response. Actions & Words.
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