Blackfeather Woods He thrusts his fists against the posts

When the time finally came, Whip was ready. He didn't say any goodbyes to kith or kin as the call to war began -- in fact, Whip hadn't even said a word. Though the war party traveled as a large group, Whip saw to it to stick close to two wolves in particular, Elwood and Sebastian, even before they splintered off on their own. There was an unspoken bond between them, Whip felt, since they were all Redhawk wolves from the before times. Long, long ago before Whip strayed from his home.

Stick close he did. Whip replied with a curt nod of acknowledgment, but nothing more. He was in his own headspace now. He needed to be if he were to kill again. This time, it would be without the burden of guilt. He followed Elwood in silence, seething and letting his anger build and boil over.

Rage. Sweet rage.