On the battlefield she found herself standing, perched behind the impressive figure of Bass Destruction. Fighting was not Serra's cup of tea, but the truth was that she would (for the moment) do whatever Bass requested of her. Abaven was her home, after all.
The platinum girl had fallen in behind Bass but now found herself moving gingerly closer to the other pack's members, bold blue gaze seeking any familiar forms. It didn't take long, however, for Serra to realize that they were all strangers. Ah well. Perhaps then she would not be so embarrassed when she ended up sparring one of these wolves.
