Fate's Gonna Let You Down

The screech of her companion in the night sky alerted her to his path. She had gone beyond pack lands to venture on her own for a few days, to see what all had changed during the time the spirits had been silent. The moment she had stepped out, they started again. She could hear them this time. They weren't silent for her anymore. She breathed in the cool night air, and for once, she missed their presence. The warrior priestess moved quietly across the prairie, the moon at her back and the stars overhead. She didn't have any particular destination in mind...however...the spirits were angry. There was a sense of discord in the pack. Pups against pups. The feeling of superiority and inferiority between them. They all had Klein blood...and yet...half of them seemed to fight each other for one reason or another.

The spirits were displeased with the aggression between them.

They were not united. And deathbelle nor Hannibal nor anyone else was doing anything about it.

The Abraxas that had died in the volcano had started it all. Though whether it was a blessing or a curse, she could not say. He had aided in potentially strengthening or perhaps even weakening the Klein blood...whatever the case, the fates were unhappy with them.