deathwish

The past few seasons had been difficult. Rewarding and infuriating at the same time. The Dame had never been one to annoy easily, but it seemed just when she thought she had gotten comfortable in a pack, an earthquake had her running for the hills. Now she was returning with her father, who she thought long dead, to a pack she wasn't sure had survived the ailments that had recently plagued Alacritis.

The land didn't look much different but the scent...it seemed that the blood epidemic had indeed touched Tortuga. Why had she been gone so long to have missed one of the most vital moments of her pack? Claws of fear clutched at her belly as she reached the borders of her homeland. Was Roman still alive? Qanik? Gossamer?

With one worried glance at the supporting male figure behind her, she lifted her maw and howled for any authority that what answer, hoping to see Roman's tribal marked face greeting her soon.