Fort Ardent

The call of intent echoed in Fel's ears. They were being invaded. A second call in a more familiar tone came shortly after. All those not fighting were to enter the caverns. Fel was still rather emaciated and weakened from her extensive travels. The dark woman would do no good in a fight in her present state and she knew it well. Soon though, now that she was surrounded by blood, soon she would return to her former glory. In the meantime she would stand as a line of defense between the invaders and the non combative members of the pack.

As wolves began to filter into the cavern, Fel took her place on a higher level near the entrance. From her vantage she would be able to see who was coming and going. She would also be able to hear clearly if a call of warning was given by those on the field.

The chipper, excited voice of a child met shadowed ears and Fel cringed slightly. There wasn't a mothering bone in her body. She could only hope that the pups would stay far away from her. Producing a family of her own wasn't something that she had ever wanted. The silver streaked fae was a support character in the story of Abraxas. She was more than accepting of her role.

Garnet eyes locked upon the land before her. She didn't know what these invaders wanted, but she offered up a silent prayer that her family would return unscathed. There was naught to do now but wait.