Redhawk Caldera Be like Elsa, let it go.

War? Was this pack they spoke of the one they had been fighting before? He felt himself shaking, but it wasn't about the move. It was more about if they came for them...if these Blackfeathers came for them. Nevouku couldn't fight, not at all. He would be killed within seconds no doubt. 

One of the younger wolves seemed to be very courageous, or perhaps just naive thinking they could all take them on again. But Nev knew better, yet he said nothing about it.