The war is over

All because of a pup.

The battle with Duskfire had been one of the most pathetic and useless encounters Aella had ever been a part of. She had failed. No. The pack had failed greatly, they were unprepared for the move, and in Aella's mind, as it was only natural, the fault was all on Caiaphas. She was the leader.

Once again the hybrid had shown how unstudied she was to be in a position such as Alphaship, once again she was reminding Aella why she couldn't be trusted. And now, curled up in a corner, the leader grieved the loss of yet another one of her pups. Aella was aware of Kevlyn's presence in the battle, she had seen his lifeless body fading away in the distance as she made her escape from the claws of the Glacier, and deep inside, the amazon felt sorry. Not a usual thing.

Aella looked with disappointment at her packmates, most of them bleeding more than what was natural, and the anger grew inside her. "What are you doing." the Amazon barked accusingly at Caiaphas, who strayed away from the group. She walked closer to the witch, limping from the wounds on her paws and bleeding intensely. "You knew we didn't stand a chance against Duskfire, didn't you?" she growled, now talking lower and closer to the coyote's dark ears. "Kevlyn is dead, Caiaphas. A pup. Was that what you were expecting to get out of this? Shortening our numbers? Weakening our members? What are you doing with this pack, for the mothers' sake?" she charged, boiling in anger. It had been enough.