Sharpen Your Claws

Ara cast a worried glance at her brother as she arrived at the meeting. Setting herself beside the giant of a wolf, and leaning against his side. She didn’t need to say a thing, she knew he would know who it was. She was accustomed to Poe looking out for her. But she knew that now that role would have to be reversed.

She turned her attention then to Manea, looking at her proud cousin, and the leader of this merry band. She trusted the purple wolf to lead them down the right path, and despite her worry for Poe, her tail gave a small swish of excitement behind her.

"Naráca Mendacium"