crumble

It had been a day. Since meeting Basilisk she'd not encountered any other wolves yet in the North. Keeping largely to herself since the cougar attack and hunt, Wren finished her food and moved on. Such was the life of a vagabond; she had nobody to tie her to the land. Once a pack wolf, she scorned the idea now. For good reason, obviously. It was hard not to think of her alpha. He had been a staple in her life until recently when she roamed away from the broken place she had decided was home.

No more.

The home was gone. Her alpha had fled with his family. She hadn't been privy to the location he went with them. All that mattered was she had been left behind. It was time to move on with her life. Maybe find someone or something that wouldn't stab her in the back. She could only hope. Wren walked around the border she knew now to be Armada. Basilisk would be there, surely, but she didn't call for him. Her interest drew to a curious stone wall. What had been kept separated, she wondered?

Walls always kept something apart. To suffocate and control. She approached, looking over the long degraded materials. Wren didn't notice another until they spoke.

"Speech"