I will break into your thoughts...

The words of Eltrys hit her like a ton of bricks. Her hope deflated just a little, but she would never give up on finding her family or pack members. She had seen some of them get away from the demonic king's warriors, so she knew they survived somewhere. Most likely they were hiding, too hurt or maybe even too afraid to come out. Atreyu let out a sigh, listening to the rest of what the earthen male had to say.

She hadn't heard anything about a King Tarys, but the other name he gave - Aryn - that name she knew. "That's who my father trusted - this Aryn...They just wanted our land and resources, and for us to convert to their religion, but my father refused..." She would not have backed down either, their spirits and ancestors were everything to them. Judila was a proud pack, ancient and powerful, but this time they were not powerful enough. "I didn't hear of anyone called Tarys, though...I'm sorry, I wish I could have been more help..." By this point, Atreyu was ready to curl up and sleep on what she had learned, and some new suspicion of Eltrys arose. What if he was tricking her and he actually worked for the demonic king?

Open your wings, Evil Angel!
'Thinking.' || "Talking." || 'Hearing.'