Ashes of an Empire

Bramble listens to her father speak. His determination and passion speaks volumes in front of the audience he has gathered. Her own eyes linger around the room, watching the reactions and expressions of those that also listen. She understands that they too have much to consider in the grand scheme of things. If they did not trust her father, they simply might believe he'd gone insane. Who wanted to believe a pack of wolves would want to cause such evil and harm to their own kind? The concept itself is hard to wrap her brain around, but she tries her best. She's still learning and already she's learned so much.

And as the other alphas speak, her emotions begin to bubble. Holding onto her resolve, keeping her gaze steady now on the effigies that stand upon the table, Bramble can't help but be frustrated. Her father was willing to indulge information, offer his services, be selfless. But the rest of them? From what she could hear, they cared for no one but themselves. If evil were upon their doorstep, who would come calling? The Hallows. They were a formidable force and yet, these other packs just wanted to cower and hide? Ignore the evil that lingered in the north? She couldn't believe it.

Unfortunately, it wasn't her place to speak up. She was only there to listen and learn. Taking a deep breath, Bramble smooths her fur along her chest with her paws and allows her eyes to close for a moment. It was their choice and she had to accept that, but that would only mean they were alone in this fight against the Syndicate. What were they to do if evil did come knocking?