Fine Again

The meeting had come to a close, and the Destruction lumbered from the gathering place with a mixture of emotions. Yes, she had been promoted to the lead hunter, and at first that had seemed like such an achievement. It definitely was, of course, no doubt about it. Her hard work, dedication, and perseverance had finally paid off, though that wasn't to say she would stay as the lead hunter. She wanted to reach beyond that and rise through the ranks. Right now she couldn't even think clearly about that. She was in a near panic state, having not seen her ivory friend at all these past few days. Where was he? Calm, she told herself, as she always did. You can just check his den. He's probably there.

Before she could investigate his den by the lake, a short call solely addressed to her rang across the plains, resonating in her ears. Ears perked in interest as she stopped in her tracks, processing the strange anomaly. No-one ever called for her, at least no-one but the Archangel. She couldn't recognise the howl; did it belong to one of her pack-mates? Either way, she picked up her paws and treaded back the way she came, following the call until a charcoal grey woman came into her view. Was she the one? And if so, why had she called her? "Varda Destruction," she introduced with a dip of her head as she approached the unfamiliar female. "May I ask as to why I have been called for?" she inquired curiously.

"Speech"