Redhawk Caldera yes yes, bombay is very nice this time of year.

Going to war was the last thing Shrike had expected, and the last thing Shrike wanted to do upon joining the Caldera. He felt bad about his decision, and wondered how nuch Allure resented him for it. They’d been briefed about the situation upon joining the pack, and Shrike assumed the war would be short-lived and with little cost- two packs versus one- there was no way they could lose, was there? 

Then again, as he looked around, he saw very few wolves he trusted by his side in battle merely because of their age. The pack was full of yearlings who likey never had to hunt extensively on their own, for survival, let alone battle another wolf. He hopef that this other pack, Drageda, would bring more seasoned warriors. 

He touched his nose to Allure’s cheek gently, almost apologetically. He had already made his mind up that he would not leave her side- and if things went south, he would herd her away from the battle completely and even though it would brand them as cowards, they’d at least get to live. He’d said nothing to her of this, as he did not want to cause a stir. Allure was his top priority-  and he wished she’d been chosen to go with the others watching the pups. 

One of the pups spoke up, wanting to fight, and Shrike frowned. Even the warcry by Towhee concerned him; how good would a deaf wolf be in battle? Doubt had already formed thick clouds in his mind about the pack’s capabilities, but he would go nonetheless- he would only leave if Allure requested it. 

Elwood asked for confirmation and he wordlessly nodded; he had nothing else to say, so he remained silent.