Redsand Canyon death by a thousand cuts

Calling mom

Like Charles War was completely unaware if they had any prisoners at the saints. Actually she didn’t know if they even took prisoners. She didn’t like war prisoners too much. So much complaining, so much life wasted when they could have died a glorious death in battle.

So when War saw the brown male with a weakened female, struggling across the sand, she didn’t know what to make of the situation. She came closer, walked so close she could smell that this female was definitely not part of the saints. War had little empathy toward strangers, she had little feeling at all, regardless she wasn’t so rude as if to go ahead and bite someone lying down. Not unless commanded to. She looked at Charles and took a visible sniff of air to indicate to him to do the same.

She wasn’t part of the family. Not part of home.

”Do you know her?” The soon to be executioner walked closer to the female, not close enough that she was within reach. She looked sternly at her. ”You do not belong here.” It was a statement, not a warning or question. She was fully aware that this female was trespassing onto their land. Question just was, why?

”What do you want?” She was only an inch away from calling Nyra, to the scene and if the female didn’t give her a good respond soon, she would. War did not like this situation, it was too nuanced, not enough black or white for her. Kill or not? She was clearly weak from battle, wounds shining out like stars and no one had treated those wounds. Had she been part of this pack, so much would have been different. She had simply stumbled upon here.

That did the trick. War leaned her head back and howled. @Nyra