With the absence of Mama Wound and rumors marring the air, she’s done nothing but run wild and a girl needs a mother after all - even a dead one suffices. She’d never be able to explain it to him. Wouldn’t even bother trying because it was enough to see him visibly relax now that all three of them are there and she assumes there must be some importance in the togetherness of it all that she’s not quite caught onto yet.
He comes closer and jokes which makes her grin further. Sawtooth almost reached out to kick his nose just because she could... Then her black gaze (subtle shades of all black in her wolf shape then iridescent blue in her other skin) shifted to the blue-tinted mare with great interest as he explained the nature of their relationship: half-sister.
She never got to meet Valensia who should have been an older sister. Nor had she met Gansey either. Not as the pirate king had. Wildling she sought out from time to time since he’d shatter things for her just to see her smile or hear her laugh. But he never stayed long; always leaving after a while as he muttered something about her eyes and mother. Wishbone has been something like a sister too but she was mostly gone all the time too.
Everyone was gone except Bane.
Now this blue-gold girl that he said was a wolf too.
Sawtooth couldn’t help the happy thump of her tail on the ground or the little shimmy of her rump even though she remained sitting upright as Dayé came closer. She remains painfully and perfectly still as the gold-blue bumps her jaw, her own nostrils quivering and working out the logistics of scent and pack-rank. A piece clicks into place that she hadn’t otherwise known was missing since Bane couldn’t run with her in this form.
A ripple of pleasure brings about the sudden change to her own small but growing form of a winged blue horse. That same pleasure lingers shyly on her face. “I’m happy to have a sister,” she admits, throwing a happy look to their big brother before crowding in closer to the two of them.
@[Wolfbane] @[Dayé] ❤️