In These Troubled Times

Surreal didn’t have long to wait for her sister’s arrival. As Epiphron moved to embrace her, Surreal leaned into the touch, one paw lifting to seek a hugging hold over her sister’s neck briefly before settling back to earth. Her sister’s words brought a small smile to Surreal’s muzzle, until the Plains were mentioned. Had Pip not heard? A soft sigh drifted from her jaws, her ears flicking back with discontent. “Yeah, about that… The Plains have been claimed. By Hellstrom. Sin Armada, or Hellstrom, or whatever he calls himself. We had to vacate to the Estuary.” Her tone made it unnecessary to voice the word ‘again’. A growl bubbled in her throat as she thought of Falk, and his discomfort in traversing the Estuary, and of Threar’s fate. Had the children been found and led to safety?

“I’m sure you’ve heard of Threar being challenged for; they were your neighbors, after all.” Her mismatched eyes sought the bright blue gaze of her sister, before a dry smile tugged at her lips. “I think Sin will regret his decisions very soon. Abaven might be attacking them. And I want to be right alongside them when it happens. And if I can’t help with the fighting… Well, I can help guard the wounded, or Abaven itself while they’re fighting.” She shrugged. Either way, she had little doubt that Hellstrom would rue the day it had been born. All because its leader chose to challenge for a pack that was peaceful, and had never harmed anyone.

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