Something like pride, and excitement, swell in Sochi’s chest as she regards the two females. With them—along with Risk and their children—there was more than enough of a foundation for a pack. More than enough for them to get a foothold in the Cove and start to expand, if they wanted. At the very least, it was enough to protect their way of living from outsiders. Not many would want to take on that many shifters.
She grins at Daye’s howl, feeling that familiar warmth, and she gladly nips back—wondering at how she has always felt such a kinship with the other mare. From the very beginning, something inside of her had answered the call of the other. She had always known that they would find their way back.
Her attention doesn’t last there long though. Soon, she’s focusing it entirely on Mazikeen. She settles into a comfortable sitting position and watches, with nothing short of amazement, as the filly quickly runs through a gamut of shifts. So she is like Risk, she thinks. She hadn’t known how many of them were out there—these shifters who so quickly can take on the form of so many different animals.
It was different than having one form you knew so intimately (she is not sure she could give up that relationship she has with the tiger), but in some ways, infinitely more useful. “Impressive,” is all she says though, the compliment sincere but clipped in comparison to the thoughts that run through her shrewd mind. “We can help with the fighting, at least.” It’s not like either of them could assist with flying.
A sharp smile pulls at the edge of her lips as her claws flex and dig into the ground below.
“There are others here like you,” she comments. “Including my children.”
Breach, especially, was new to her shifting abilities.
“It would be useful for you to spar with them. I’m sure you could all teach each other something.”
she said a war ain't a war before both sides bleed
@[Dayé] me tooo!!