burning bridges

After much deliberation Banshee had come to terms with what she had to do. Despite desiring nothing more then to have one big happy family in the Empire it was just not working out. From a young age she had felt like an outsider and the world was working against her. Without stable parents and distance growing between relatives she had no clue where her place was. The only Wolf in the Empire she felt close to was Sirius and he was busy with the move and his pregnant Wife. Recluse was usually hidden or training and Gimli was just sort of stomping around all the time.

With all of that being said the fanged Klein had decided it was time to depart from the suffocating web of her family's pack. Marching earth toned paws carried the youth to a clearing. Nerves rattled within her with each step but she held her head high just as her parents would. Hard decisions came easy to the Kleins as drama seemed to never escape their grasp. A part of her wanted to just run off and not tell anyone like Hannibal often did but she knew it would lead to nothing but bad news. Thus, Banshee tossed her head up into the air and called for Sirius in hopes he was free to have a discussion about her potential departure.