FORGET THE TIMES WE FOUGHT EACH OTHER // o, joiner

[Margaery]

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The scent of blood was intoxicating and Margaery had to bite the inside of her cheek simply to ground herself. She would not entertain her monstrous side in the face of a child, not now and not ever. She had learned from holding too loose of reigns on it around children - her child - once before and had vowed to never let that happen again. She would admit that Bastillepaw's arrival aided in keeping her calm, though she couldn't help but notice the lifeless energy he emanated. Starry's death had been possibly the hardest on him and Margaery made a quick mental note to find him later to try to talk to him about it. Life. Everything.

But back to the snow leopard.

[color=#b14767]"Fourteen," She echoed quietly, contemplating the name for a brief moment before nodding, [color=#b14767]"Yes, come with us. We'll get you fixed up in an instant and then, if you'd like to stay, I can help you pick out a room."