Once more unto the breach

Ellara moved with quiet purpose, her heart heavy yet resolute. The call to assemble was one she couldn’t ignore, even if it stirred a quiet ache beneath her loyalty. She couldn’t deny the pride she felt in her pack’s success, nor the duty she felt to support Artorias’s vision. But as she approached the council chamber, thoughts of Jiro and Asahi surfaced: those two young Hattori she’d gardened with, their spirits bright in ways she could only half-remember from her own youth. They were a reminder of a simpler time and of the hope she held for their future.

Taking her place near the Carved Table, Ellara felt a sliver of hope that this raid, like the others, might be more a show of strength than an actual strike. A practice raid, something that could fulfill Artorias’s aims without too much harm, especially for innocents like Jiro and Asahi. She cast a quick glance at the Tojo-kai marker, feeling a pang for the wolves it represented. For Ellara, the path to defending their lands was complex and often painful, leaving her to shoulder memories and regrets, even as she stood by her alpha’s side.

As Artorias called for attention, she straightened, her expression solemn. Despite the heaviness within her, she was ready to answer his call, to uphold her loyalty to the Hallows with unwavering dedication.