01-06-2021, 03:25 AM
The raids were a constant state of not knowing what was going on. One second Sweeney had been at the border to Tanglewood, the next she was flying in the air above the meeting place, only to blink and she was suddenly above a group she didn’t recognize the territory of from the air, watching as her best friend fought. It had been enough though, to snap her out of her mental chains and dive down toward the former feline, eventually snapping him out of his own state of mental chaos.
She had been too tired to help the other with their rage, something Sweeney was more than familiar with, when he had first shifted into the wolf, only able to watch for a moment and hope that he would calm down soon enough. Though it had been hard to see, she was having her own challenges as well. The normally sassy vixen was silent, eyes uncaring for all but her friend before her as they walked in the neutral lands towards Tanglewood, though they dart from side to side every so often to make sure they weren’t being followed, to ensure they’re safety.
When they reached the swamps border, Sweeney gave pause. She didn’t want to seem like a coward waiting at the border when Atticus had simply walked in, but she had never lived here. She hadn’t been attacked the last time she was on the border but she hadn’t exactly been invited in either. Eventually, however, as Atticus began to move further from her, Sweeney moved past the scent border as well, quickly catching up with the taller canine before sitting next to him, head leaning on his side in exhaustion and comfort.
She had been too tired to help the other with their rage, something Sweeney was more than familiar with, when he had first shifted into the wolf, only able to watch for a moment and hope that he would calm down soon enough. Though it had been hard to see, she was having her own challenges as well. The normally sassy vixen was silent, eyes uncaring for all but her friend before her as they walked in the neutral lands towards Tanglewood, though they dart from side to side every so often to make sure they weren’t being followed, to ensure they’re safety.
When they reached the swamps border, Sweeney gave pause. She didn’t want to seem like a coward waiting at the border when Atticus had simply walked in, but she had never lived here. She hadn’t been attacked the last time she was on the border but she hadn’t exactly been invited in either. Eventually, however, as Atticus began to move further from her, Sweeney moved past the scent border as well, quickly catching up with the taller canine before sitting next to him, head leaning on his side in exhaustion and comfort.
THERE ARE RULES AND THERE ARE STRICTURES