Skill: Expert guardian 1/5
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Once given her clearance from Sølvi, Tiberii was back to her old antics. Her inability to remain still was both a blessing and a curse. The bull felt a constant surge of pent-up energy, and it wavered in dangerous fluctuations within her veins. Her emotions, too, were pent-up and dangerous. It was the result of her stagnatation — or so she would believe.
It wasn’t because she made a platitude of mistakes.
It couldn’t be that.
Certainly.
And so, the bull was constantly in motion … recruiting, marking the borders, filling the caches, and just generally making sure that everything was stable. There were too many interpersonal matters of her own that were not stable, so the least she could do was make sure that same curse did not befall any of her fellow pack members. She was determined to give them all better lives, even if she could not give that same solace to herself.
If they were happy, she would be happy.
She had to believe that the rest would fall into place.
The soft, familiar chuff of her brother barely drew her from within the prison of her own mind. Her golden eyes would blink, freeing herself from her own entrapment as he gaze shifted in the direction of the sound. Her lips would smile boldly as she caught sight of her younger brother. Sweet Isaiah. Instinct would move her towering frame toward him, but she would intentionally slow herself before she came into his bubble, making a conscious effort not to bowl him over. But still, she would swing a scarred paw around, looping it across his shoulders in a gentle half-hug as she grinned toward him.
Isaiah,she started fondly, cupping her ears toward him.
It’s a relief ta see ya.
And truly, it was.
But there was a bit of worry behind her eyes, despite her smile.
How … how are ya holdin’ up?The words were a bit more gentle, her smile quivering a bit, threatening the hints of a frown. A lot had happened — a lot was still happening. Their family, it would seem, could not catch a break.
