Wheeling Gull Isle Roll out the drums of war

Vectra followed her new alpha to the island, she had heard there was some drama gonna happen where they were headed, what better way to assist them and prove her worth then to join her new leader in whatever she may need help with. The brown ghost joined up quickly with the group, keeping her head low and herself silent. She knew that if the lady wanted her here she would not mind her presence. And if she did not, Vectra would soon know.


Firey eyes gazed out from the white mask that surrounded them, wondering what the group would soon have to face, she was curious as to what would dare come against a war party this strong, even if it was another pack. She may have been new, but she was aware that with a party of this many members heading into another's land.... or even out of their own with intents like this, something serious must have occurred.


when the alpha beckoned them to the interior of the island she did as was commanded, heading inward, though because she had no clue what she was looking for she thought she would stay in sight of the other wolves of her pack, it seemed better that way, as it seemed they were searching for someone. Everyone here had the look of feeling betrayed, Vectra felt for them. They seemed so angry, this person, Vectra felt, deserved no pity. As whoever had betrayed them had hurt Vectra's packmates, and that in itself, was a crime.


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