Just because I'm posting doesn't mean I like my pack

It became apparent rather quickly that nobody had heeded her warning to stay inside.

As she trudged in the wake of Kenway, her shoulder's hunched and her hackles rose, quills rising like sharp flags over her back. She had taken the time to strap on her saddlebags and claw caps and round up Sakana before she left, perhaps the only other wolf with a lick of sense in the whole damn pack if this was any measure.

The red sky made her skin crawl, and she was too fearful to shake the tension off, lest all her fur drop in the process. They strode about in silence, before finally reaching the city of stone spires.

The scent of her children was everywhere and bile burned at the back of her throat. A low growl left her lips unbidden as she began to stride between the stones, looking for any sign on them. She dragged a paw across the stone surface, wondering if perhaps her claws might leave a mark so they would be able to find their way back out once they had entered.

"speech"