Time Cannot Erase

Though she was part of The Hallows, the pack that her mother had started, Eska had learned that her mother had actually been a member of another pack beforehand. It was interesting for the brindled woman to learn. Her Aunt Balaa had told her that her mother would never allow another to rule her. Naturally, Eska had to see what caliber of wolf could hold her mother's allegiance.

Mostly healed from the grievous wounds in her neck, the trek to the plains had been long and slow. The silver and obsidian woman couldn't stand being trapped inside the castle any longer, however. With Avaset and Baz as her escorts, Ulric had agreed to give her a bit of freedom. The pair of dogs would assure that Eska wouldn't be taken advantage of again. Malinois on one side; Groenendael on the other, the woman made her way to the border.

Midnight ears tipped back as Eska lifted her bluish grey nose. A low howl pulled from her, beckoning the alpha of this pack known as the Armada. Once she'd released her call, the woman took a step back and seated herself in the tall grass. The dogs settled themselves in the grass a pace behind. Together, the trio waited.

"Eska"