Moonspear a grin made for war

It sounded like external forces had forced his hand too. Secretly, Wildfire felt that small sense of kinship growing. She wondered what it must be like, having a larger pack suddenly threaten your home. Her mind briefly wandered to Haunted Wood and the way the Redhawks had relentlessly assailed them. That was much different, though; the caldera wolves had been there first and were entirely justified in trying to ward the interlopers away.

Something ghosted in Wildfire's peripheral vision, causing her to stop. She motioned for Lex to halt too, so she could listen. The night was still and quiet. "I thought I saw something," she mouthed to her cohort. For reasons unknown, she suddenly heard Charon's voice in her head, telling her she was a rubbish fighter. She had always considered herself pretty decent, despite her notable physiological disadvantages. But the Alpha's words were like a self-fulling prophecy, damaging her confidence and making her question whether she would be any use if there was some sort of threat out there in the darkness.

Accordingly, she took half-a-step back, moving to align herself just behind Lex. He was the Warden (in the making) and he should take point anyway.