Can You Hear The Drums?

It was interesting, was it not, how things happened when she was so close to her goals? She had heard the song of Challenge for Threar. And she hadn’t heard the call of victory from Novella’s voice, or from Frith. Not long after, the next day, she had found the borders she patrolled so often rank with a pack scent that was not her own. Sin Armada. Naturally it had to be an Armada that ripped her home from under her paws, again. Well, she wasn’t having it. Battlesong had scouted, and told her of the new pack that had settled in the west, and in her home. They hadn’t directly come into contact Surreal and her family, but damned if she was going to give them the chance to uproot them again. She would kill if she must.

She recalled from memory that a Bass Destruction was a leader of a pack in the East. She had meant to stop by on her last trip through, when she’d spoken to Frith, but the pull of her family had been too strong to allow her to tarry for very long. Shai was a part of this pack, as well. Abaven. Was this Bass the same Bass that had stayed in Valhalla under her mother;s rule for a short time? She wanted to see. So she arrived on the borders of Abaven, taking a deep sniff of the scents. It was definitely a Destruction family scent, similar to Novella’s. Did he know about Threar’s fate? How could he not, when the two packs had been neighbors. Whatever, if anything, his plans were regarding this event, she wanted to know. Regulus came to a stop beside her, deep sapphire eyes serious. She’d needed to stop him from charging out to fight the wolves that had encroached upon the home. There were too many for their small band to take alone.

She could sense the restlessness in her eldest born son, so close to being a full fledged adult. Gently, she brushed her muzzle against his shoulder, uttering a soft growl. "Foighne. Más rud é nach mbeidh siad cabhrú, ansin is féidir linn bide ach ár gcuid ama, agus beidh mé cúram a ghlacadh de na bastaird mé féin." She yurned her head, lifting her muzzle to the sky to utter a haunting, polite summons for Bass. She had wondered where the fellow had gone. Now the question remained; would he remember her, and the home her mother had provided for the short time he had been there?

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think