What's Been Lost

Sericea listened intently as Onyx offered her somewhat cryptic advice about the lands beyond the wall. Her brow furrowed slightly at the warning about another pack to the south. It seemed Onyx was trying to steer them away from potential danger, but Sericea couldn't help but feel a prickle of defiance at being told to stick close to home.

"We can handle ourselves," she asserted, lifting her chin slightly. "Our parents made sure of that." She exchanged a glance with Xairo, a silent communication passing between them. Sericea's acidic green eyes turned back to Onyx, studying the older wolf with a mix of curiosity and caution. "So, you used to live here? Before our pack claimed this territory?" She tilted her head, her tone more inquisitive than accusatory. "What made you leave?"

"Sericea Praetor-Inferos"