Private Roleplay this ain't a scene

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Tiberii was heavy.

Genghis's wake weighed upon her, compressing the remains of her soul into a pitiful little ball as the reality of everything knocked her down. All she could see was his form sinking into the infinite blackness of the lake. All she could do was recall the uncomfortable thought of counting the votes to see who would replace him. And she hated herself for thinking that way.

But she knew.

She knew Genghis would not want her to wallow.
He would want her to move forward with his spirit in mind.

And that was why her heavy paws pressed onward, drawing her large frame toward the outskirts of the dens. Her ears were flipped backward upon her skull, the deep darkness of her soul written clearly across her sleeve as she swallowed her own pain to seek out her newest Pillar. Nóttin.

Before her journey, she'd stopped at her den to pick up a gift for the newest Pillar of Courage.

A gift for her friend.

Nóttin? Her voice sounded in the early morning, muffled against the object in her teeth as her gaze scanned the snowy horizon.

The bull would smile as Nottin turned toward her, pushing through her grief to show a flash of gratitude and compassion toward the male. As hard as it was for them to all lose Genghis, Tiberii could not begin to imagine the heft of 'wearing the crown' of responsibility that Genghis had once borne. Of course, Tiberii would never put such pressure upon Nottin — this was not a "replacement," no, but a necessary point of growth for Dawnbreak.

Still, she could imagine how she would let that weigh upon herself.

An' ya too, she'd reply, dipping her head as she neared him. I, uh, wanted ta give ya this. She'd lower her head, opening her jaws to reveal the gift. It was a canine tooth from a bear — the bear, if Nottin recognized it — carefully woven with leaves and vines into a necklace. Thanks to Sølvi's "friend," it had been made into something wearable. Or, at least symbolically wearable.

If ya want it, o'course, she'd tell him, lifting her head back up for a moment and flicking her ears. The bull grew solemn, but there was determination glittering behind her gaze. I appreciate ya steppin' forward with such courage. It sounds corny, m'sure, but ... it really means a lot ta me. And ta Dawnbreak. They respect tha hell outta ya. She'd dip her head, running her tongue over her teeth as she allowed herself a few moments to be vulnerable.

She worried he might think it was a bit underwhelming — maybe even lame. Her ears would flatted a bit atop her head, but she maintained her soft smile.

Tiberii hoped the intent would speak with greater volume ... she was notoriously bad with words, so she hoped this action might show Nottin how grateful she was ... on behlaf of herself, and the wolves of Dawnbreak.