down but not out

While they had all fought to their best ability the pack had been outnumbered greatly and the wolves of Avalon were forced to watch the thugs steal away their precious livestock. Literally stealing from her children’s mouths, Twig couldn’t have been more disgusted with the raiders.

She had enough time to lick her wounds and offer the same for her husband before Corbie’s voice floated over the pack lands seeking the defenders of their lands out. Twig creaked and groaned as she lifted herself from the den floor and made her way to the barn.

The older woman was grateful for the fire that was lit, and like a moth to flame so was Twig drawn in. She made herself at home next to the fire to warm from the cold day and awaited Corvus to join her as well as the rest of Avalon’s warriors.

"Autumn Twig Memoire"