She had heard the call, heard the drums sounding for war. Since the last meeting the russet girl had not seen her family, not a trace of her sisters or her father. It just so happened that's she had been close enough to hear the soft bark of a woman coming to collect those who would not be fighting. Paws carried her closer, blue and silver eyes watching wolves appear from their dens, including the woman her father had made Omega. Silence followed her, a look of distaste tainting her features. She hung back towards the end of the group, searching for any signs of her sisters but they were nowhere to be found. Far off in the distance she could hear the howls of her fathers warrior fighting for their lives, battling against their enemies. Her name drifted to her ears, pulling her attention to a pale man she had never met before. A twitch of an ear was the only acknowledgement he would receive.
