The Fallen and The Damned

Dea walked just a step or two behind Archon, choosing to travel mostly at his side though she kept herself in line with his hip as he led them on their trip. The other band members followed as well, though Dea chose to remain silent and thoughtful as she kept pace. There wasn't much in the way of conversation on the trek over, which was fine with Dea, but it left one to wonder how to create bonds with wolves who tended to remain...aloof. While the earth-toned heathen moved, it was evident that she was excited, her masked head held high and proud, a bounce in her step that had taken forever to put back after her fight with the girl who had bad-mouthed Archon.

Dea walked by Archon until the scent of a fairly large pack wafted on the wind. She wasn't partial to packs, but would follow Archon anywhere, so she remained quiet as he spoke. He introduced the pack as his brother's, calling them God's pack. There wasn't much to say in response, so Dea simply nodded and looked to her band-mates with a grin. While she wasn't nervous, she did feel a bit tense, though she covered the feeling and hid it well. Wondering what Malleus was like, and the rest of the pack, Dea waited for them to answer Archon's summoning howl.