Dragoncrest Cliffs jus drein jus daun

She’s by herself when the call is made and her stomach drops. She knows about the impending war and that most of Drageda will be leaving again. Per usual, she expects to hang back and stay in the pack and though they will be left with the bare bones, she and Blixen and the others can keep diligent work on the borders. Everything quickly swirls around in her mind, not once considering that because she is a warrior, she should go. She is young, still, and though she trains with Eske sometimes, and anyone else when she can, she still feels miles away from war. 

A number of wolves are already there and Blixen isn’t anywhere she can get to, standing close to Heda. Furi frowns and looks around for someone else she knows, specifically Rose (though it feels weird to want to spend time with her now that she and Blixen are… sort of okay). She isn’t there yet, but Eske is. And Arrille and Hvitserk. She doesn’t move toward any of them, standing awkwardly on her own and glancing around as the other wolves begin to pile in. 

As Blixen pulls attention to Heda, though her voice is quiet, her ears cup forward to try and hear. I want to go.

Her heart nearly falls out of her butt. 

“Me too,” she blurts suddenly, despite not being in the conversation, and instinctively took a few steps forward to try and be part of it. The meeting hasn’t even begun and she’s already shoving herself—very unlike Furi—into it. She hadn’t even had time to think about it before it came out of her mouth and her eyes widen, uncertain where she’s supposed to look and settles on the ground in front of the higher ups while she waits the verdict.