Wheeling Gull Isle Roll out the drums of war

catching up

From the second the wolves had set foot on the isle they had been prepared for bloodshed. There was no other option in Cara's mind, they would fukc them over in return to what Majesty and Erika had done; even if the rest of the isle pack hadn't played a part in the treason they had still choson to follow Majesty. They had seen him as their leader, that alone deserved to be punished didn't it?

Truthfully the insolent yearling didn't bother to sort out who was innocent and who wasn't in her mind they would all have to suffer their wrath. They brought it onto themselves, she thought as she slinked from Kaname's side and began to take slow steps towards the enemy band. Her pale eyes scanned every one of her opponents and as if they were pieces of meat at the butcher shop she tried to chose which one she'd go after once the fight broke out.

If it were up to her, she'd go for Erika herself, but she knew the pleasure to end the marred wolf's life was not hers but Jinx's. Her eyes lingered on a young female, maybe a little older than her, that stepped besides Ypres --the bitch that had interrupted her chat with Silvermane the stoner. Where was he now? Didn't matter, he was better off getting high somewhere else where furious blows could not reach him. Though if he were there, she'd have no choice but to fight him.

She was still deciding between Naya and Eddie, either would do, she'd just have to wait for Jinx to let them go. A growl rose in the yearling's chest when the odious blonde female spoke to Jinx; a growl that was replaced with a scoff when her queen told the bitch to shut her mouth. Cara longed for the battle to start, her paws tingled and her pulse accelerated as the seconds passed by. The request had been given: turn her in or die. Now waiting was all they had left, would the isle pack risk their own lives for the traitor, even knowing they were outnumbered?, she didn't know.

What she did know was that Ypres was somehow Majesty's replacement. Had the brown bastard ditched his own pack and pregnant mate? How glorious! He had caused all this mayhem and condemmed Erika to later vanish into thin air, wasn't he a charm? Disgusting, thought the yearling as a frown took over her face --almost as disgusting as what the new leader said next.

They couldn't have chosen a worse leader, even if her decision was of their benefit it was like a stab in the back for the wolf in question. Ypres had thrown Erika at the non-existent mercy of their feet. Or in other words, she had signed her death sentence. Cara's eyes searched the marred wolf's face to see how she'd take betrayal. A taste of her own medicine; or poison.

Only one wolf rose to Erika's aid, a wolf with morals. Still whether they chose to willingly turn her in or not they would get her. A malicious smile planted itself over her lips as she emitted another growl this time mixed with a mocking laughter. It wasn't necessary for an external influence to threaten them, the isle pack was already crumbling from the inside and it was a hell of a show.