King Elk Forest And they all fall down

Without allies. "Who are we fighting against? What happened to our alliance with Ursus?" If one could even call the turbulent relationship between the Saint's and Ursus an alliance. Donovan seemed so at ease, though she supposed war was what he was used to. Auriel was still young to the ways of packs, let alone the complicated ties within and between them. 

The Strath. The pack's new hideout, it would take a while for the she-wolf to grow accustomed to this new territory. "Do you not miss Warrior's Heart?" The winding labyrinth the wolves once called home had been so comforting to her, she had felt pride deep in her bones every time they stepped into Warrior's Heart. 

Not far. At least that was some small comfort as she followed the striped male at a brisk trot. Immediately her tone takes on a playful hint, leaning against him with a wagging tail. "Doing what, exactly?" Auriel was not an easy she-wolf, sure she adored him, but she would pick her time and place. Playing hard to get was thrilling, especially when playing with such a dangerous hybrid such as Donovan. Picking up her pace in her excitement, she barked happily. It was good to be back. 

(Is this a wrap-up? Or are we inviting in new peeps so she can meet the pack?)