Ash to ashes, dust to dust [Newt wolves/Tortuga]

The seas wine red; This is the death of beauty

this is the time and this is the place to be alive

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Champion staid by Newt's side. Honestly, with the pack splintered as it was, she was feeling the call of the rogue's life. She wanted to wander again. She would probably end up wandering some. But she cared about Newt, and all this horrible mess... It just wasn't right. It wasn't right at all. She listened to Newt's speech, and by the end of it, she'd just about had it. Champion cleared her throat - a deep, grumbling, almost masculine sound. "Alright, um, I have a question."

Ruby eyes glanced about the clearing, alighting on the mirad of different forms - many of them ferice, styled fighters. "Why haven't we gone back there and gotten this war thing started, already? Newt, you have enough wolves that will follow your command. We've lost our home and a king- Pits I never liked the guy or anything (Sorry) but I'm still boiled up inside. We don't let wolves get away with this!" Her words were laced with a growl that bordered on a roar, but her muzzle was creasing into a smile. "I mean it's not as though I had plans for anything better to do." She gave a shrug of her massive shoulders. In her mind they'd been wronged without reason. This was the most natural thing to do, and well Champion was always looking for a good fight.

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