Hideaway Strath Machinery

"We will give you a cause. As long as you can hunt for food and fight, we welcome you."

At first she was confused. Was this not the cause for every wolf in history? Hunt, fight, die, breed? Maybe the wolf had other intention unknown to War, but hunt and fight she could indeed. It was all she knew, breeding had never succumbed to her, she didn’t understand it, didn’t feel it and death? Not an option – not yet.

”I do both.” and more was implied in that sentence. A cause was good a fight was better.

“War. Oh, you’d definitely find a reason to fight here. We welcome you.” War looks at the male who speaks with this voice she does not understand, almost like a cat purring he speaks her name and she almost makes a head tilt, but the compulsion is stopped. They have both given reason to her, both accepted her as one of their own. She was willing to fight here, a place with a gate of death.

The male smiles “You came just in time. We’re about to head into a war too.” War’s fur bristles with excitement at the words, her ears perking slightly up at the sound of her name called to action. Yes. This was what she had been hoping for, this was the reason she was here and she felt adrenaline pump through her veins, a small rush of excitement. ”I am ready.” Ready to fight, ready to kill and ready to become haunted once more.

“Welcome to the hunt, darling. Make yourself at home.” Home. She takes a careful step forward toward the gate, toward the other two wolves and then the careful step becomes a confident one and soon she enters the gate, headed in the same direction as those who have accepted War into their midst. War wasn’t bound to change or alter, instead she would shape the outcome of the battle. She was indeed ready for war.

She stepped into the light.