Veti knew she should probably be paying attention to Daisy, sensing more than hearing some kind of quietly tense disagreement - and she missed the Reaper's revealing transformation utterly, just as Daisy intended. But Veti was absolutely transfixed, charmed, absorbed utterly in the words of the ancient werewolf as she spoke. 

In the space of a few words, she had the very first werewolf pack mate she'd ever known. Not a jot of her love for Siya or Daisy, for Nestor or Semyon, Henry or Atticus - and [i]certainly[/i] not Thad - had dimmed even a hairsbreadth. And even so, for the second time in a single day, Veti's eyes grew bright with happy tears - though these didn't have a moment to fall.

With the elder werewolf's maw at such a close, intimate distance, the younger lost all inhibition though she kept the human form, leaning into Aislinn as she spoke. Veti gasped softly when Aislinn's claw traced the silver-cut scar over her throat. It was an impossible thing to miss, pale and hairless, but Veti had not realized it was so recently made. Her fingertips ran the length of the elder werewolf's scar just as those claws had, gently and so tenderly. Crimson lips peeled back over her ivory teeth, sapphire eyes turned amber narrowed in a sudden, black fury at the thought of whoever -[i] whatever[/i] - soulless creature was capable of committing such a cruel act on anyone so dear. 

Not for a single moment, did Veti think to doubt Aislinn's dying vision, much less her conclusions. A white werewolf would free the monstrous Fenris wolf and, inexplicably, the Lady of Ice survived Ragnarok. 

Of course. The Lady of Ice, that cold, heartless bitch with a large piece of Henry's soul...

Veti pulled back as Aislinn spoke so earnestly of stopping the unbinding of the Fenris wolf, the wolf in her daring to look up to the eyes of the elder werewolf, the woman inside stunned, reeling at the revelation falling from a werewolf's maw.

"Revere?" Veti whispered, shaking her head incredulously. [i]"Revere?[/i] Our kind... [i]Revere[/i] Fenrir? But that... That is such... Such [i]lunacy![/i] He may have the form of a wolf, but Fenrir is a [i]monster[/i], a true abomination, the first of the unholy offspring of Loki. His brother is a giant serpent, and his sister is Hel - what litter of pups ever looked like that?"

"Only a fool would think he could expect loyalty or mercy or a 'gentler' consideration from Fenrir, based on... On... What? A wolfish resemblance? [i]Madness,[/i] Aislinn. It is absolute madness. No, he can't be freed - of course, you're right. We will find a way to stop this - "

Veti's eyes widened in surprise when Henry appeared, seemingly from nowhere, startled from her conversation with Aislinn by his boisterous greeting as if she weren't even there. She blinked, stepping back with a respectful nod to the ancient werewolf, allowing her a moment for words with the river spirit. And though her eyes wandered over their small assemblage, she listened attentively to the conversation nonetheless.

A slightly familiar, smiling face greeted them, though it took Veti a moment to realize who, exactly, this was. Oh, of course - the resident fire bug Jay-Jay? Yes, yes it was and Veti waved quickly though her attention was just as soon stolen away by the tight little trio nearby. Daisy and Semyon - and now Nestor as well it seemed - were engaged in their still-tense conversation, and Veti could see no good reason to insert her own likely unneeded presence into the midst of whatever talk was already well underway. Her gaze moved on swiftly, to - 

'[i]Well [/i]damn[i] Siya![/i] As dire as her conversation had been only seconds before, she could not help the incredulous little grin on her crimson lips as the vampire climbed Atticus like a scrumptious tree. She didn't know what the hell had happened while they'd been separated in such a short time - Siya [i]hated[/i] the thought of feeding in public, much less, well... All [i]this[/i]. It'd been nearly a year since Siya and the incubus had been together. She might be small, but Veti laid odds it'd be the incubus walking a little funny by the time she was through with him.

Veti laughed softly to herself, her eyes sliding away to exactly the person those thoughts always brought to mind, to Thad. She was amazed really, how easy she found this change, to stop thinking of her lover as the dark-haired, heavily-muscled giant Max. Oh, it wasn't as if Max had actually gone far - simply to where he should have always been, a part of Thad. 

There werewolf bit the inside of her lip, curled into a small, slightly-lecherous smile inspired by the vampire-incubus antics. He was piling a plate full of food - of course - with an unselfconscious grace she found endlessly fascinating. That grey suit of his fit him so beautifully, and Veti was just a little surprised just how much she liked this look on him.

And then her thoughts meandered to how much more she liked him without it. A little game in her head really, the jacket first, slowly, one wolfs head button after the other. The buckle next, and then the top clasp of his suit pants, just enough to untuck that blue shirt. She would unwind that tie Siya had lovingly knotted for him... It would make a nice play binding around his wrists... 

Veti blinked, eyes widening suddenly when she realized Thad was looking right at her now, and she couldn't help but wonder if he would somehow know she'd just spent a rather pleasant minute or so, undressing him with her eyes. 

No matter - she'd be doing that in earnest again, soon enough. The werewolf thrilled with delight at the thought, waving him over with a giddy laugh. The world was about to end again - imminently, it seemed - and somehow they would find a way to save the whole shebang. But before they did, there was someone here, an ancient werewolf, she simply [i]knew[/i] Thad would absolutely adore, almost as much as she did.