Spoils of War
Armada promotion
05-26-2020, 08:45 PM
This was the day, wasn't it? As soon as the Warlord called the pack meeting, Mal knew in her bones what it was for... unless she was wrong, in which case she'd be sorely disappointed in whatever Sirius had to say. She'd been organizing the pouches in her armor, but she dropped the project swiftly enough, wiggling out of the entrance of her den to begin a fast trot across the grass, heading swiftly towards the call. Her tail twitched behind her as she slowed her progress, coming up to bump her father in greeting as she usually did before turning to settle down with the rest of the pack. For once, she wasn't wiggling out of her fur, though her gaze possessed a certain determined shine. She's busted her ass for this, but she wasn't the only one who had. Malalia could only hope that it'd been enough. The young woman sat patiently, waiting for the rest of the pack to arrive and for Sirius to announce... whatever he had to say. |