Curiosity
11-02-2015, 05:10 PM
Interesting.
Katja sat quietly in aftermath of a battle, slowly piecing together what had likely happened there. All the pack scents were familiar to her, which certainly helped. It was clearly a siege, there was no doubt of that. It was the details she wished to know. The pack that had ruled here for such a short time, the one that her pack wolves had reported had overturned Threar, that scent was all over these lands.
Imperium and Abaven, trespassers in these lands, working together it seemed - a distinct possibility that made her extremely wary considering how far apart in creed her pack and Bass' had drifted. What grudge could Imperium have held for this Hellstrom pack? It was far more likely that Bass Destruction, who had ample reason to dislike the pack considering that it had once been led by Destructions as well, had led the two packs here rather than a case of Imperium having hired the would-be mercenaries. She herself had no doubt that even as well trained as Yfir was, the much smaller pack would fall if Bass were able to command two packs into battle against her, should they disagree. She welcomed battle and a glorious death, but the Finnvi were too few to risk sending them into a certain disaster. She would avoid antagonizing Abaven for now if she could so help it, until she had a better grasp on what relationship the two packs shared.
There was blood spilled here. A great deal of blood, so it seemed Hellstrom had attempted to defend themselves. But against Imperium's trained soldiers they could never have held much hope. Even Yfir would have a time of it holding their own against them, let alone a new ragtag band just recently pulled together, and though most of the battle-sweat, the blood, was Imperium's there were Abaven wolves who had joined in as well.
Deep in thought, the alpha remained in the center of the circle of destruction wrought by the war, and considered what might come of this new change in the power structure of these southern packs.
Katja sat quietly in aftermath of a battle, slowly piecing together what had likely happened there. All the pack scents were familiar to her, which certainly helped. It was clearly a siege, there was no doubt of that. It was the details she wished to know. The pack that had ruled here for such a short time, the one that her pack wolves had reported had overturned Threar, that scent was all over these lands.
Imperium and Abaven, trespassers in these lands, working together it seemed - a distinct possibility that made her extremely wary considering how far apart in creed her pack and Bass' had drifted. What grudge could Imperium have held for this Hellstrom pack? It was far more likely that Bass Destruction, who had ample reason to dislike the pack considering that it had once been led by Destructions as well, had led the two packs here rather than a case of Imperium having hired the would-be mercenaries. She herself had no doubt that even as well trained as Yfir was, the much smaller pack would fall if Bass were able to command two packs into battle against her, should they disagree. She welcomed battle and a glorious death, but the Finnvi were too few to risk sending them into a certain disaster. She would avoid antagonizing Abaven for now if she could so help it, until she had a better grasp on what relationship the two packs shared.
There was blood spilled here. A great deal of blood, so it seemed Hellstrom had attempted to defend themselves. But against Imperium's trained soldiers they could never have held much hope. Even Yfir would have a time of it holding their own against them, let alone a new ragtag band just recently pulled together, and though most of the battle-sweat, the blood, was Imperium's there were Abaven wolves who had joined in as well.
Deep in thought, the alpha remained in the center of the circle of destruction wrought by the war, and considered what might come of this new change in the power structure of these southern packs.
