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The young woman had been drifting a bit more into the Southern lands of Boreas, exploring them, getting to know them, and today was no different. This time her paws had lead her into a gulley, a place she thought she might have passed through as a child but she couldn’t quite be sure. Philomena found the place beautiful to look upon… and the different plants that she found along the way had her thinking about future possibilities. After all, if she was going to create a type of resistance against the Empire Amon created… She shook her head head.

Was she being a fool? No Face didn’t seem to think so. She’d been thinking more about the potential pack, the idea having evolved from a mere band of followers to a more ambitious thing. The Deliverance. It had a ring to it, and whether or not it would take off the ground she didn’t know. How many wolves would want to be actively searching for the unjust, the cruel, and dealing with them? Then again… She’d need to come up with certain rules to be followed. A fine line to be crossed. Not just anything and everything was considered ‘wrong’... and to others it might not even seem that way.

Philomena threw these ideas around in her head with each step she took. No Face was resting, somewhere in the trees at the beginning of the gulley. It was quiet without the bat hawk. The femme paused, canting her head to the side as a certain heaviness hit her chest. What would her father have done? What would her uncle have done? Philly furrowed her brow. Being a leader… seemed harder than she thought it would be. Just having to plan out a pack seemed overwhelming… but she was confident she could do it.