[open] It's a long way to the grave; any

[Mazikeen]

m a z i k e e n . Mazikeen’s ears twitch at the alarmed trill and her orange eyes divert from his face - trying to see the little creature that appears to be burrowing into his neck. A companion? A bright, interested look passes across her expression but it is chased quickly by darker thoughts as she wonders about Erne and how Gale’s companion spends his time now. She can feel her attention slipping somewhere she does not want it to go, so her gaze meets the unblinking yellow stare of the panther again and she tries to forget his little companion and any others she’s met. A purpose, he tells her - and his uncertainty oddly makes her feel a little better. It’s been a couple years since she became alpha and Mazikeen still isn’t any better at structure. Few have asked her for it, which she appreciates, but she wishes she had something to offer this stranger. A list of purposes he could find here. Once again she’s aware that she should tell him there’s nothing like that here. Surely it would be easier to do than to list off warnings. “Well, our leader is very good at delegating jobs to anyone, if that’s what you were thinking. We're not a diplomat and army sort of kingdom.” She says this with an amused smile before continuing, feeling herself relax a little further with this conversation that has nothing to do with murder or hearts. “But this pack is open to any shifter looking for a place to belong.” That had been enough purpose for her when she had joined and maybe it would be for this panther as well. And then finally some more of her manners are remembered and the smilodon adds “I’m Mazikeen.”

 

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