Miharu snuggled against her brother as easily as if they'd been litter-mates, her instincts taking over quickly. Solitary his animal form might have been, but wolves were pack animals. She had come to see Siiri's fang as her pack, but this was something different. It would be long and long again before Mihai would be free of her.
As the rest of them started talking again, she grabbed ahold of Mihai's hand and simply dragged him back over to the war-table, finally focusing herself to pay attention to what was going on. Intruders - and that left a growl in the back of her throat. The Myrians didn't know how well they'd chosen in letting her become one of them, for she so fiercely territorial that even Myri could not have wished better in her. Added to that was her bondmate's hatred of Dhani, and therefore her own hatred of them. There would be no failure in this.
"You will be avenged," she repeated, though she found it hard to focus on the ghost. She had no scent, no physical presence, and so looking at her, to Miharu, was a bit like seeing something on one's periphery: the wolf-girl didn't only see things, she sensed them with everything, sight and smell and taste and breath against her skin and fur, and when all but one of those was missing she found herself confused and somewhat thrown off.
Then she turned her attention to Myri - and it was quite the opposite. The goddess was more than anyone else, a stronger presence than any she had ever encountered. Where the ghost seemed to her sense like a wisp of fog, looking at Myri was like staring at the sun. It was frightening, and exhilarating, and she could have stared at her for days and days and never tired of it. But they had things to do, important things, and she nodded. "Thank you," she murmured. For not killing her brother as a deyhan, for letting him join the Myrians, for bringing her to him. For trusting her bondmate with this task. For the people and the city that she called home. All of it, crouched there in golden eyes, and then she flashed a grin of pure delight and gratitude.
Just as quickly, she focused her attention fully on her bondmate, a warm thrum of happiness pulsing across their bond. "Siiri, he's my brother," she breathed, a giggle touching the end of her words as she thrust Mihai towards her bondmate to force an introduction.
As the rest of them started talking again, she grabbed ahold of Mihai's hand and simply dragged him back over to the war-table, finally focusing herself to pay attention to what was going on. Intruders - and that left a growl in the back of her throat. The Myrians didn't know how well they'd chosen in letting her become one of them, for she so fiercely territorial that even Myri could not have wished better in her. Added to that was her bondmate's hatred of Dhani, and therefore her own hatred of them. There would be no failure in this.
"You will be avenged," she repeated, though she found it hard to focus on the ghost. She had no scent, no physical presence, and so looking at her, to Miharu, was a bit like seeing something on one's periphery: the wolf-girl didn't only see things, she sensed them with everything, sight and smell and taste and breath against her skin and fur, and when all but one of those was missing she found herself confused and somewhat thrown off.
Then she turned her attention to Myri - and it was quite the opposite. The goddess was more than anyone else, a stronger presence than any she had ever encountered. Where the ghost seemed to her sense like a wisp of fog, looking at Myri was like staring at the sun. It was frightening, and exhilarating, and she could have stared at her for days and days and never tired of it. But they had things to do, important things, and she nodded. "Thank you," she murmured. For not killing her brother as a deyhan, for letting him join the Myrians, for bringing her to him. For trusting her bondmate with this task. For the people and the city that she called home. All of it, crouched there in golden eyes, and then she flashed a grin of pure delight and gratitude.
Just as quickly, she focused her attention fully on her bondmate, a warm thrum of happiness pulsing across their bond. "Siiri, he's my brother," she breathed, a giggle touching the end of her words as she thrust Mihai towards her bondmate to force an introduction.