Day Of Judgement, God Is Calling

Sparrow's apathy has broken and now all she felt was raw rage. She knew her path forward and that path was covered in blood. Her son couldn't have planned a better pack to raid, though she hadn't voiced as much. She kept to herself these days, her thoughts only her own.

Sparrow's cropped short fur rippled over tense muscles as she followed the group into the pack. She had people to beat and answers to get. Sparrow's eyes scanned the horizon for her, unaware that some other familiar faces would surely appear in the raid. She wasn't eager or excited, just raw and ready.