Dragoncrest Cliffs a hundred stories, a hundred lives

The news of a war catches his attention more so than previously. Although his training had begun at a young age, an actual war was something that he’d yet to be exposed to. He wondered what might have brought it on, especially since he couldn’t recall a time when the ranks were ever deflated. What group was bold enough to enter a war opposing Drageda? As his questions were internalised, his exterior reflected them as his head slowly tilted to the side, silently asking for a who. It sounded as if they would be fighting alongside Redhawk Caldera—although he was given the impression that he should recognise the name, he had no clue who they were—but who were they fighting against? It was doubtful that he would know about whatever pack or group it was but, still, having their name was important.

“Chit don kom au?” he asked a beat later. Why were they going to war? He would partake in the battle either way—he had to—but felt an answer was worth having.