The Sunspire Rally for the Future

After joining in what Kipling considered a good time, as she was not opposed the occasion where the pack had brought together at last as one unit, the raucous noises of the wolves died down into some discussion about where they’d continue from here. Like most at first she remained neutral, but her head lifted some when one of the wolves offered to lead them. A part of her wanted the honor, if only because it was one, but internally Kipling knew it’d be a mistake on her part to attempt to steal it away. Hunting was still a skill she was not yet fine tuned in. So she let it go but would not be unheard, “I think she should.” And in truth Kipling believed did believe her approval was invaluable among them.

Because the only gamekeeper among them had already suggested that deer was more suitable she was willing to take it as it was and simply accept that, that’s what’d they’d be hunting. But she wouldn’t be misplaced among them, “ And I can help ambush.” She added only a few seconds after, the memory of freezing up when hunting the pronghorn springing to mind and she shuffled it away before the nostalgic anxiety could reach her face. Instead the she-wolf willed herself to be coolly observant, her eyes flicking to each face among the group of wolves as she gauged each one for their input and reaction.