Reagan is no fool. She can smell Ruan’s scent on her. Circinae. It would not require a paltry telepath to see the uncertainty she puts forth in her voice at when she speaks to Reagan. Or to use her nose to smell her husband’s fragrance on the emerald girl’s skin. However, she puts that away—as she always does, these days—and clears her expression, brightening at Terra, directing her voice to her daughter first.
Family always comes first. Circinae, as far as Reagan is concerned, is not family yet. How far would the young wolf be willing to go to receive the grey mare’s trust? That much was yet to be determined. Her eyes move toward Terra away from Circy with a knowing look, but she will say nothing. Her problems with her marriage have nothing to do with the wolf shifter, and that is very likely something that Circinae is well aware of.
“It is best that you learn your shifting from those who do it best, dear one. Be mindful of your movements. Always be in harmony with your body and your surroundings. Even if it means using different parts from different animal souls for one occasion. Just follow your heart.”
And while Terra is attempting to shift into a wolf—or whatever form suited her best—Reagan addresses the green girl, her eyes serious, trained and focused. “Your abilities come from your affinity to the water. Having the ability to use that substance to your will… as a means of transportation. A waterfall here, will lead you to Ischia, and back again, if you so chose.”
And with that, Reagan transforms herself into the iconic white wolf that has inhabited these woods for years. Her scent is on these trees, and they bend to her will. Always the Alpha, but never a Queen. “Is there more you requested to know? Or would you like to go on a hunt, once Terra has learned your form. As you will find, she is a quick study. And I long for the taste of blood.”
it’s always darkest before the dawn
Reagan
