[private] what to do next

[sochi]

SOCHI

The Cove is comfortable enough, although Sochi struggles to label it as a home.

It is something differently entirely.

It is a starting place, a resting place. It is the place where she gathers people to her—albeit slowly. She is in no rush to do this quickly when she would rather do it right. She is in no rush to find those who are only marginally suited for their goal. She would rather wait. Would rather be sure they are the right fit.

She walks the border today as a tiger, padding along the newly discovered paths, her tail flicking slowly behind her. Sochi pauses as the air ripples around her and then splits with Straia walking through the invisible curtains. She shifts then, shivering slightly as the thick fur leaves her and she stands as she was born, her coat sleek and her matted mane falling heavily down her curved neck.

“I did,” she purrs in her throaty voice, silvery eyes studying the mare more closely. It is difficult to imagine what she must have been before she became…this. What she would have been like in her prior life, when the world spilled blood at her feet. Did she have that same sharp-eyed look that she has now?

“I am slowly gathering shifters. A pack is no pack if there are not bodies to inhabit it.”

She has Risk and their children, Daye, and Mazikeen.

There are others, she knows, but not all have made their way to the Cove.

She supposes she could feel ashamed that she is not further along in her plan, but she very rarely feels anything like that. Rarely feels anything that cuts through her arrogant outer shield.

So instead she lifts her chin slightly, looking at Straia.

“And you? What is your plan?”

she said a war ain't a war before both sides bleed