Having been born into the Bloodstones, it wasn't like Aimée wasn't used to pack violence or violence in general, but the eleven-year-old tended to shy away from it. It didn't help that she had nearly non-existent regeneration and couldn't really get into the nitty-gritty parts of the pack, much to her father's dismay she was sure. He tried many times with her, but nearly every time, Rhetta was there and always offered to battle him. It worked out for Aimée even if she didn't get exactly what was happening. Her relationship with her father seemed to grow more strained after her mothers death when she was six and she hated that she couldn't prove herself to him. He was after all, the only family she had left and she loved him so much.
Maybe that was why she was so afraid when he decided to challenge Baron for pack leadership. She had tried to talk him out of it, but was pretty much ignored. She was still too young and/or naive to figure out why Jacques was trying to take the leadership away after Mathis left and it went to Baron. He seemed like a nice enough guy and even though the pack was shifting its views and jobs, nothing seemed bad enough for taking this drastic of measures. Still, the urge to support her father was enough to bring her down into the basement of the Den to watch the battle.
She had taken a frontish position, which she immediately regretted after Baron in his massive wolf form stood over her fallen father while staring directly at her. Aimée couldn't move and it felt like he was gazing deep into her soul. It was beyond uncomfortable and she shrank down even as they took Jacques to get fixed up from the claw marks. Despite the basement soon emptying, the dark-haired child stayed in the same place, hugging her legs against her chest. Her face was buried into her knees and she rocked back and forth, sobbing softly. Every time she shut her eyes, Baron's scary form popped into her mind, so Aimée just turned her head and stared at one of the walls blankly. What if her father was dead? That would make her an orphan. Would the pack kick her out? Shuddering, she whimpered as she cried even harder.
Maybe that was why she was so afraid when he decided to challenge Baron for pack leadership. She had tried to talk him out of it, but was pretty much ignored. She was still too young and/or naive to figure out why Jacques was trying to take the leadership away after Mathis left and it went to Baron. He seemed like a nice enough guy and even though the pack was shifting its views and jobs, nothing seemed bad enough for taking this drastic of measures. Still, the urge to support her father was enough to bring her down into the basement of the Den to watch the battle.
She had taken a frontish position, which she immediately regretted after Baron in his massive wolf form stood over her fallen father while staring directly at her. Aimée couldn't move and it felt like he was gazing deep into her soul. It was beyond uncomfortable and she shrank down even as they took Jacques to get fixed up from the claw marks. Despite the basement soon emptying, the dark-haired child stayed in the same place, hugging her legs against her chest. Her face was buried into her knees and she rocked back and forth, sobbing softly. Every time she shut her eyes, Baron's scary form popped into her mind, so Aimée just turned her head and stared at one of the walls blankly. What if her father was dead? That would make her an orphan. Would the pack kick her out? Shuddering, she whimpered as she cried even harder.