Walk the plank!

Mortis' summons put Gossamer in a foul mood. She had nothing against him personally, but after her mess of an attempt at holding fight training as a new Lieutenant she couldn't help but bristle.  It was a pointed reminder of how her change in rank had done little to change her station in the social scheme of the pack. Gossamer had expected things to change, but she still felt detached from her pack, like a nameless body among many.  One of the last remaining of the misfortunate middle litter. Just her and Aris. Briar and Kotori had their own packs. Ophelia was out wandering. Maybe there was a reason for that.

She got up and started heading toward the call, wondering why it was Mortis calling for them. Wasn't her winged brother supposed to be in Valta?  Had her father really called him all the way here to do the training instead of having an Armada wolf lead it?  She'd much rather have had training directly from her father or Azure. Gossamer arrived and gave her older brother a curt nod before sitting down. The higher ups could scold all they wanted. She at least had been trying and was one of the few who could say she'd killed her pirate.