Ashes of an Empire

Another trip to the Hallows was needed, a meeting for alphas from various packs to discuss what to do about the wolves that had taken over Norad. The Syndicate. Bellamy is not fond of the way they had threatened Beauregard and Tanelan’s son to get what they wanted, how ready they had seemed to be to take the life of a child if they didn’t get what they wanted. It gave her memories of the empire, of when her own family had been destroyed by wolves who saw fit to take everything from her. Wolves such as that could only bring destruction. No doubt they held slaves within their midst, wolves that they would hurt and use as fodder for their own selfish gains. It made her feel sick. She was quiet most of the trip, walking alongside her daughter as they made their way to the Hallows.

Upon arrival she would sit. The only other alpha to arrive was a woman from the Raiders, who Bellamy gave a short, apologetic look to before lowering her gaze. This wasn’t the place to try and speak of what had transpired between their packs… and honestly there were enough heavy topics on the table already. Her gaze instead flicked to the different markers on the map, analyzing it with curiosity. Artorias had quite the interesting work here to track the different packs of Boreas and Auster, but she understood it was for good reason. A quiet nod was given to the man. Her fur would stand on end as the Raider came to sit by her daughter, but still Bellamy said nothing. It would be interesting to see what other alphas came to talk about this.

"Speech," 'Thought.'