05-22-2019, 01:16 PM
Argus has not allowed herself to feel the guilt of her previous lives sins. Guilt wasn't new to them, of course. Living where others did not, failure to meet expectations, to protect the ones the wolf cared for. It all shook the watchers judgment, made them partial to certain creatures in a way that couded judgement, clouded reason all together. Instict told the wolf to flee- before they spoke aloud, before Golden had the chance to reapond. Instead they kept their gaze blank, their emotions distant and looked to the ground.
The wolf refused to meet her eye.
"I never was the kind f' politics, otherwise I'd be sittin' in your shoes right now. " Argus felt whatever illusion of a mask drop into stoicism. "You can ask Luce, if the heap of an ice pack is still around. I don't hold grudges much." The wolf's father mourned Hecate and Argus both when they left, the only difference is that Argus never died then. Just went away, took time to settle their demons. Argus leaned away from the gift, looking towards her clanmates - and the daughter figure the wolf silently mourned. A low humm escaping them.
"of course, maybe you should visit again. It's like homely here, all I'm missing are the screams." with the words the wolf moved, a sudden shift to twist away and leave without fuss. "maybe stay a while, I'm sure this place is fimilua' to you too, now that I mention it. Hmm? We'd fit right in a place like this" the wolves parting words were cryptic, their bound wing flexed slightly in the cast carrying it, without further dismissal, leaving without another word.