Bones of our Ancestors

A call. The call, something that rattled her to her very bones. It was what she had been waiting for, in preparation for ever since her mission. She had deduced there would be an attack on Hellstrom - on Sin's pack. With her gathering information, on the numbers, the anger in his voice when he spoke of the bloodied male, of the pacing rage that Bass had been at the actual challenge... it was clear it was time. A breath left Lillie as she stood, a certain feeling, one she could not identify, bubbling up inside of her. It made her feel short of breath, her mind jumbled in anticipation. It would take no time at all for the girl to start heading that way, arriving at the meeting place shortly after the call. Dart was already there, waiting patiently, she would stand a short ways away from him, too... alert to the call to be able to sit. This was not such a matter to sit, and that seriousness would be reflected on her features as she awaited the rest of Abaven to arrive.

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