You Hold On To What You Believe In

Philomena turned her head at a somewhat familiar voice and was greeted with a face she hadn’t seen in some time. Still, it was good to see someone she recognized! “Amos!” The female’s gaze brightened a bit, and she glanced around, almost half expecting the young man’s brother to be with him. At the question of what she was doing the girl shifted on her paws, taking on a more serious look. “Thinking… and thinking hard.” The girl confessed, her gaze heading back out over the knolls as she flicked her ears back a little.

“There’s an Empire that rose up from the ashes of my old pack… and they killed my father to get what they wanted. Because he wouldn’t just lay down at their feet.” Philomena gritted her teeth. “Because he was… in the way.” The girl could feel a mix of emotion bubbling at that statement. It never sat well with her. “I’m pretty sure they mean to conquer all of Boreas, and Auster too. I’m not going to let them.” Philomena glanced to the other, her gaze shining with seriousness.

“But to form some type of resistance takes time… organization. I was thinking about what type of resistance I wanted to form… and how I’m going to become strong enough to be a worthy leader.” Philomena furrowed her brow. “Part of the problem is all the wolves I’ve seen as part of the Risen Empire are giants. I don’t know if many wolves have experience fighting others that size… It’s not like I can make a giant army myself to fight against them.” She shook her head.

“How have you been though?”