Ad victoriam

Gwyn still had her reservations about partaking in offensive raids on other packs, but until her nephew was proficient in his medical training enough for her to feel comfortable being The Hallows' sole healer on the field she would offer her skills without complaint. At her brother's call for warriors she gathered up her supplies and her cloak, tossing it around her shoulders before making her way to the meeting room. Many wolves had already gathered around the carved table by the time she joined them, giving Art and her various family members a small smile as she settled at an empty spot. Her mint and lavender gaze roamed across the glowing map, wondering to herself where they might head next.

"Gwynevere Carpathius"