Feed Into The Mayhem

Idalia trudged to the meeting with her head lowered. The past few months had been a whirlwind of confusion and emptiness. Her father's abandonment had rubbed her raw and left her aimless. Now they were being called to raid an ally, and though she found it distasteful, she was loyal to her family and pack. Acere had an air of nobility about him that made her want to believe in him, even if she was experiencing personal doubt. She arrived late and stared sullenly at the gathered wolves. When would they begin the trip towards the east? Days seemed to pass without direction and now that they were finally propelling themselves towards a goal, she found herself itching to begin.