| Heart | Kin | Queen of Sabertooth | Metalhead |
Her fears had nearly subsided with Achilles, the man that swept her off her feet. She was not used to being treated with such high regard, and he knew that. Hopefully he would forgive her outburst that caused the meeting, her distress calling for him as well as the other new faces. The good thing, Sabertooth was alive again. She had feared the pack had dwindled down to nothingness just like her old homes had, with nothing but the darkness to keep her company in the nights. Yet he had come, and with him many more. The appearance of the one femme, Lazarus, had certainly caught her off guard. She had never seen a wolf like that, but Lazarus wasn't a wolf was she? She looked like a canine of some sort, but what? Regardless, she was welcome here. The sunset woman didn't discriminate, she was meerly curious.
There were many things that she was curious of at the meeting, none overtook her curiosity more than Achilles announcing her as Alphess alongside him. Was this his way of asking her to be his mate? What would she do? How could she help with the pack? Fear rose in her again as she paced in her den, she had moved it closer to Achilles hoping he hadn't noticed - Though he had said he loved her so how would he not? She was terrified of rejection from him, after so long of pushing away others since she got here she let him get under her skin so bad that now she feared even the slightest bit of miscommunication with him. She wanted to be with him all the time, but she didn't want to overbear him with her issues.
Did she need call him, or should she wait for them to talk like he had mentioned at the meeting? It didn't take long for her to find out what needed to be done, he had summoned her. ”Pandra?” His call sounded like a song to her audits as her name rolled through the air. Her audits perked as she listened, swooning as she heard him. She quickly scuffled out of her den, her skylit pelt lighting up as she looked just past a few trees. She was able to see him already. As she walked towards him her icy eyes couldn't help but look at him as he paced. If he stopped as he noticed her she'd still find herself unsettled.
Her bright colorful paws set on the ground as she stopped before him, bowing her head as just looking at him seemed to unwravel the mess in her head of anxiety. Did he maybe want to ask her for sure? She had caught on that that may have been what he was egging at in the meeting, but she didn't want to overstep. She wanted him, that's all she knew. She loved how she felt when she was with him, he was safe and warm. Should he ever have a want in the world she'd give him it. "You called, my love?" She said softly, a soft smile settling on her face as she attempted to make eye contact. "I'm sorry, I hope you're not mad that I called the meeting . . ." She began, clearing her throat. ". . . I was just scared, everything was so quiet for so long and I- I got scared that you left." She sheepishly spoke, looking to the ground. "I'm sorry, I know it's foolish of me to think that of you. I really missed you."
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