Steadfast [Song]

She’d waited a few days since the challenge, letting the result settle in her mind. Now, she stood were the border of Fyri had sat. It was stale, nearly gone, and a sigh hissed through her nostrils. Finally, she tipped her head back and called, first for Song, as she knew him best, but inviting the whole of the former pack to join.

As an ally to the former pack, she wanted to offer whatever assistance or support she could, and a home for those who might want it. As the howl echoed off the trees and into the forest, she settled onto her haunches, eyes closing as her ears fell back.

For all that her brother was truly beginning to wake again, even to the point of setting foot on the battlefield, she was worried that her pack was quiet. No training. No hunting. No ambition.

Her eyes swept the great trees, mind mulling. Ignatius had not struck her as a wolf who would vanish without warning and leave something he’d built behind. As much as she hated the thought, she wondered if something sinister had befallen the male, perhaps while he was venturing out to scout surrounding lands.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think