Count our strengths

Mirabelle appeared at the designated time, wagging her tail in a greeting. Motif had stopped and asked earlier if she would be willing to do this; the older wolf agreed vehemently. She would fight - and die - for this pack; hunting was a mere aspect of her vows. Abaven was her pack, her family, and a better home than she ever had... and a better home than she ever asked for. She would be loyal unto death.

As she arrived, she noticed that the others were already there. She was the last one. Oops. the Bjundi listened silently as Motif explained, and was nodding along. "We do need food. We need it a lot. Already the pack is growing hungry." Mira paused, glancing at each of the others in turn. "I don't know about the others, but when I joined, I vowed to protect this pack until my death. I swore to make sure all members are safe. I will hunt with you, Motif, and be glad of it - Abaven has my loyalty, and whether I return dead or alive, this pack will be fed." Determination in her voice mirrored that in her eyes. What she implied was obvious, and equally obvious was her sincerity. Of course, she'd rather live, but if need be... her life was no longer hers.




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