ardent

i walk alone



Katja the First

Somnium

age
8 Years
gender
Female
gems
13
size
Medium
build
Light
posts
488
player
Tealah
05-09-2014, 12:25 PM



Katja chose to forgo a patrol that morning to instead hunt near the pond. With winter fast approaching there was much less prey to be found as the young became more wary, but the water source tended to attract what prey there was so it was a good place to start. By the afternoon she'd gathered a rabbit, two woodland pheasants and a squirrel with the intention of sharing it out with Raisa's pups... even the irritating fox pet.

She didn't know who was feeding the pups, really, with Raisa gone but she was surprised there was anyone doing it. They were much too young to be hunting on their own yet, but they weren't starving so someone must be... it was just surprising. Few of the pack's adults seemed interested in anything outside of their own small groups and without Raisa there was no one to draw them together in a cohesive unit. Since speaking with the pups, and later Sigmarr alone, she had been more and more troubled by that fact. Raisa was gone, where Katja did not know and if anyone else in the pack knew they had not volunteered the information. That much was obvious. But she had entrusted many wolves in the pack with high ranks - yet again and again Vaughan was the only wolf she saw taking the initiative to improve their situation or in any way prevent the pack's decline... and even he was more often than not scarce these days. Where was everyone? Did they disregard the responsibilities that came with the privileges of their position?

Dropping the latest kill - the squirrel - with the others in her cache, Katja cast her gaze over the Ebony lands. A cold fury had been building in her of late, a feeling of being betrayed. Of having given her oath only to have it abused. But now she was starting to wonder if it was truly Raisa at fault. Perhaps the fault lay as much in her commanders. Obeying the prompting of Freya's almost-heard whisper in her heart, she raised her head and let out a sharp call to Ebony, to the high lords and ladies and would-be leaders among her packmates. She made no effort to disguise the anger in her voice - if they would avoid her simply because she was angered they were cowards and already unworthy of Raisa's trust. If they truly cared about Ebony they would answer her call instead of ignoring her out of convenience.

"Speech."