,Wishing on a Shooting Star, :MB:

It seemed that Zelda was having as many problems with speaking as she herself was, and instead of putting her more at ease, it only served to distress her further. She did not like that she had upset the other fea, but it couldn't be avoided. When she did finally speak, though, Eirwyn truly did listen, and tried to hear the words with an unbiased ear. The problem was, this was not why she was upset. Zelda had no idea... no one did.

Hearing the older fem's voice break, Eirwyn's silver eyes flashed with her own anguish. When she had finally finished, Eirwyn opened her maw, the words finally coming to her.

"Please, Zelda, don't be rediculous! If you think that this is my wish, then you are seriously mistaken." She sighed, some of her anger disappating. She was glad of this offer, though, for it showed her that Zelda really and truly trusted these Jabbar wolves. Prejudiced and angry she was, but Wyn was not a heartless wolf. "It was unfair of me to blame Evon's treachery on you, Zelda. I may not have trusted her, but neither did I make a move against her. It is as much my folly as it is the rest of the pack."... if not more, she added silently. She had known. Why hadn't she spoken that time!

She looked off in the distance now, unable to look at Zelda fully, with what she was about to say. "That is not the reason, though, for this. That is not why it hurts me so to see Legend and Exodus here." She paused, unsure of how to proceed. Zelda needed to know, to truly understand her. "It is not in me to forgive. Song, she was good at such things, and how I envy her for it even still. Some would say that she lost even more than me. She was an alphaess once. My Alphaess." Eirwyn's eyes were distant, as though she were seeing the past once more. "I was her Beta, along with my love, Weston. He and Kestrel, the Alpha and Songbreeze's mate, were close friends." She smiled. "They had known each other even longer than they had known I and Song. We met, and a pack was born. For a time, at least, we were happy."

Her eyes darkened. "I was off hunting with Song when it happened, which is why, perhaps, we were saved. It was a neighboring pack, one who resented our intrusion into lands they saw as theirs. Power and greed are strong motivations, as I am sure you know." Tears leapt into her eyes, and her voice broke, as she turned to look at Zelda. "Weston and Kestrel did not have a chance. There were too many of them. By the time we got back, there was nothing left. Losing Weston was unbearable... but my pups....." Tears rolled down her cheeks, mingling with the dirt.

"I had born three beautiful sons just two weeks before, and was merely taking a break from the den when it happened. Innocent, never even seeing the world outside of the den, and they were taken in the blink of an eye, murdered in cold blood by their kind." She flicked her tail in the direction of the main lands, where Exodus and Legend were. "That is why, no matter what you say, I cannot trust them. Cannot accept them. Like I said, it is not my nature to forgive." She blinked away any tears that were left, sighing. "But I realize that it is not my decision to make whether or not they stay. I only hope, for all of our sakes, that you are right, and I am merely a hateful harlot. It would hardly be gratifying to me to be proven right."

Instead of walking away, which is what she yearned to do, Eirwyn fell silent and waited, not sure whether she wanted Zelda to respond. Never had she dreamed that her history would follow her here, but now it had, and she had to live with the consequences of her own misguided heart.

Eirwyn had slowed slightly when Exodus bumped into her, but she did not even turn. She did not want to, for she did not trust herself if she did. Nothing about this was okay. She hated the hatred that welled within her, but somehow she could not let it go. Somehow, she felt as though she was letting him down.... he, who had been so full of love, her complete opposite. He always called her his fire. Tears jumped into her eyes. Now the flames were threatening to consume her once more, to push away her new packmates, for though she had been there long, she still felt as though this was barely a home to her. It felt so... temporary, and she did not know how to change that.

"I'm sorry, Wes." It was more a breath than a true statement, but it mattered not. He couldn't hear her. Her legs carried her further, but a voice on the wind brought her back. Zelda. The fem was chasing her, and for a moment, Wyn contemplated running on, past the border, and not looking back. She couldn't do it, though. She couldn't abandon this place, not now. Probably not ever. No matter her prejudice, no matter how out of place she felt, this was her home now, and she had nowhere else to go.

Blinking away the tears that still glittered upon her ivory cheeks, she stopped, turning to face Zelda. Looking at her friend, she felt guilty, for the fea had had to follow her all the way out here. Suddenly she couldn't meet Zelda's eyes, and her own silver orbs threatened to overflow again. She felt a flash of anger flow through her veins at her weak behavior, but she couldn't help it.

"I'm...." She trailed off, unable to continue. Instead she stood there, ears back, waiting. Wondering what to expect. I can't do this, she thought, anguished. I can't stand by and watch meekly while murderers are accepted within our borders. Please, Zelda, please understand. Her voice remained mute, unable to give voice to her feelings, for she knew that she had no real justification.

At first, when Zelda had spoken, Eirwyn felt the rush of agreement fill her. Obviously she was seeing reason, preparing to cast them out and have nothing to do with these dark hearts. Then the argument started, and Eirwyn's eyes narrowed. She had always liked Cinder, and the fact that this bru had tried to murder her packmate made her hackles rise even further. Her muscles twitched, and she had to hold herself back. The tension was crawling across her pelt, making her extremely antsy and uncomfortable. What was Zelda waiting for?

Expecting the temporary Alphaess to step in, she was shocked when Cinder instead took a stand. The fem had obviously changed. Then she spoke of protecting these two and instantly Eirwyn took a step back. Had Cinder's time in Jabbar corrupted her? Didn't she know the pain that these wolves were capable of spreading? Those who chose to walk down that path did not change. Only a fool thought that they did. If Cinder thought that this Legend wolf loved her, then she was mistaken.

Hoping to hear a voice of reason from Zelda, she was disappointed. Feeling as though she had been slapped in the face, she listened as Zelda took back her words against Exodus, and even agreed to let Legend reside here! Eyes burning with pain and anger, she turned to Zelda. It seemed that Link agreed, but his reasons too were clouded. Was she the only one in this pack who could see what this might cause? Ties with Jabbar would only bring more death and destruction to their lands.

"You are letting them stay?!" She couldn't believe it. "Never before have I questioned your wisdom, Zelda, except when it comes to you trusting those not of our kind. No." She shook her head. She did not know how much more of this openness she could take. First Evon, now Legend and Exodus. How many times would it take before they would learn?

"I can't..." she turned, running like the wind in the opposite direction from Link and Cinder.

Eirwyn padded lightly on, her nares flared for any trace of prey. The ivory fem had been hanging back in the pack, letting the usual life flow by her unhindered. It wasn't that she was upset; actually, the opposite. For the first time in a long while, she was at peace. Lately, however, solitude had suited her better. It was about time taht she got back to her pack, however. First, though, she would eat. Twitching an ear, she located a slight scratching noise. Lowering herself, she stalked forward, almost like a feline, keeping quiet.

The pheasant did not know what hit it. Satisfied, Eirwyn tucked in, finished the bird quickly and brushing feathers from her muzzle. Licking her lips, she shook out her fur,then continued on, cleaning off her muzzle until it reached it's usual pristine whiteness.

Suddenly, she paused, rigid. Slowly she turned, the fur along her spine rising as a snarl built up within her throat. Jabbar. The scent was faint, but there. Not in her homeland. Her prejudice against dark wolves had definitally not faded within the past few months, no matter how her sister had tried to temper it. She couldn't forget the life that their kind had taken from her, no matter how much others coached forgiveness.

Sprinting across the territory, she slowed only when she caught sight of a gathering of wolves. She slowed to a walk when she read the atmosphere, the lack of tension only somewhat comforting. What was going on here? Why was nothing happening? Eyes still militant, she took in Legend and Exodus. Slowly her lip curled up, revealing the ivory canines beneath. She knew how far trust went here. She had been the only one to question Evon, and look where that had led their pack. She hoped that Zelda would not make the same mistake again. Glancing at Zelda, she waited, wondering where this was going to go. She remained tense. There was no way she was dropping her guard now.