That deafen us like hurricanes

The time since Basilisk had ascended to the rank of Warlord has left Andy in state of confusion; not because of anything that the newest alpha has done but because of the way a few of her littermates had reacted. Part of her continues to wonder where everything went sideways and why Kite and Crux had never tried to seek her out and talk about it. So, when the call for a pack meeting rings through the Col, it is not a surprise to her but she still feels her heart constrict with pain as she knows that Kite will not be there.

Andy had picked out a den for herself and has been busy packing the few things she kept in her old one to move when Basilisk’s summons reaches her ears. Passing off the bundled items to Gemini, she directs her leopards to transport the sparse number of items to her den before moving to answer the call. The obelisk holds so many wonderful memories for the lavender woman and it seems only right that the first official meeting with the new Warlord will take place in its shadow.

Arriving quickly, she spies Basilisk and Hazel and dips her head in respect to them before turning to the area that they will gather. Spying that her niece, Wynter, has already beat her here, the lithe young woman moves to the yearling and gently offers a shoulder bump of greeting as she softly whispers, “If you want any training, let me know. I would love to help you guys!”

Tossing the girl a wink, Andy then slides past Wynter and seats herself somewhere in the middle of seating area and turns her full attention to the Warlord, ready to hear what he has to say.


"Andromeda Fatalis"