Blackfeather Woods He thrusts his fists against the posts

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Their last night together had passed all too quickly. Huddled close, knowing what the next day could bring, Elwood and Finley had reassured one another of their love, and it was unwillingly that they untangled from each other's embrace in the morning.

Once the troops had been rallied, the wolves of Redhawk Caldera and Drageda made their way toward their destination. It was simultaneously the shortest and longest journey Elwood had ever experienced. In physical distance, Blackfeather Woods was surprisingly close; he felt unease even as the dark forest loomed in the distance. It was a reminder of just how dangerously near they lived to these heathens, and while fear turned his stomach, he also felt a rush of anger.

He exchanged one last kiss with Finley before the two packs separated into their predetermined groups. With @Whip and @Sebastian accompanying him, Elwood felt relatively confident in their odds. None of the three were warriors, per se, but he trusted them.

Using Otter Creek as his guide, the Alpha plunged into the enemy's territory, his senses sharpened as he followed the curve of the river. "Stay close," he said in a low voice to his companions as his yellow eyes scanned the unfamiliar dark trees.