Houston, We Have A Problem... With Predators

After the predator had trespassed into Ethne lands and tried to get her sister, Lucette, Haydée had promised her new, injured Bruiser that she would seek out the help of Norad in the morning. That night she had slept fitfully and, when she rose with the dawn, the worry of her pack’s safety caused her stomach to be sour. Food did not rouse her appetite so she quickly made herself presentable and struck out for Norad lands.

It does not take her long to cross the lands in between the packs and it is midmorning by the time she finds the scent markers. Her stomach rolls, knotting together from anxiety and lack of food but she does not turn away. Taking a breath to try and settle her tummy, she tips her head back and sings a call for Beauregard and Tanelan, weaving in the desire to share news with them. As her voice fades away into the chilly day, Haydée settles herself lightly on the ground, ears perked for the sounds of the approaching wolves. If only she could be bringing them better news.


"Haydée Kedieo"