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[ragedagainst]

IC INBOX text / voicemail / emails / pack telepathy"Yeah. It's Ren. Text me. Don't fucking call, y'weirdo."Ren Rages-Against-The-Odds O'Neill Homid Fianna Ahroun - Adren (31) Guardian of the Sept of the Relentless Beat Alpha of the Never Say Die Pack Child of Coyote art credit code credit

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[wyldfire]

[Every Fianna with a family eventually learned that fighting to give their family a better future was more important than just being with them. Every Fianna mate understood that. It didn't make it easy. She'd heard Siobhan and Patrick arguing over this behind closed doors while Jordana did lessons with Seamus to keep him distracted. She remembered tracking him down on the bawn after Siobhan told him she was going and he ran away. He was almost seven then as she carried him back to his mother, his tears soaking her shirt, promising him that she would do everything in her power to keep his mother safe.

And she'd ended up there, separated from her pack. It was a surprise she hadn't fallen into the pit of harano yet. But Jordana knew she couldn't go face an almost adult Seamus like this, in utter failure and no answers. It was hard enough to not ask about him.]

Perhaps.

[ragedagainst]

[ And like all werewolves of a certain age, Ren has learned to compartmentalise her life trauma into neat boxes that she tapes up and never looks at again.

Just ignore the screaming nightmares every other night about Johan. We don't need to look into that too deeply. ]

Am I givin' Dana a message with the Quesadillas or what?

[wyldfire]

Just... tell her I wish I could've made and delivered it myself. To please take care of herself, too.

Thank you, Ren.