White Wedding

Being the rather anti-social wench that she was, Destruction had no idea what was going on in her new pack. She'd heard whispers of something going between Seracia and this pack called Valhalla. She didn't know who the other pack was, and frankly she didn't really care. Whatever was going on was the business of the alpha and she was just a member, nothing to concern her with. So the russet stained wench was somewhat surprised when she heard her king's call echo across the snow-dotted landscape, summoning his pack to him. Not being one to deny the call of a superior, the obsidian women abandoned her small den, her young son Dillinger in tow as she moved towards the king's call.


Destruction moved towards a new part of the territory she had yet to explore, realizing it was in the middle of the packlands. She could see the king's figure outline by the barn as he stood facing his people, awaiting their arrival. It appeared that she and the king's son were the first to answer the call. Gerdhart wasted no time thanking the arriving members for their participation, as always expecting them to act accordingly and represent Seracia to the best. Destruction had no problem with that, dipping her head in acknowledgement as the king lead the Seracian party towards the pack called Valhalla. They trek to the other pack's land didn't take too long and soon she could see the border of what she assumed to be the Valhallan territory. The king's party stopped just short of the border as the king and his son called out to the Valhallan superiors to come and escort them. Destruction and Dillinger hung back some, simply observing. The purpose of the trek here was still uncertain to the dark wench, but she supposed she would find out soon enough.


OOC: Not sure when eve will be back, so I'll just PP Dillinger a little bit. Hope you guys don't mind


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