Redsand Canyon [PACK MEETING] Power, Is Power II

Nyra had called. There was something abort the call that made it obvious that it was urgent, that it could not wait for long. War began setting in motion, a slow walk at first but soon she ran toward the howl. Nyra had called for everyone left at the saints, and it was very few, few indeed. It worried War that so few were left, but even more so, it worried her than they all had been called.

War slowed her gait upon arriving and seeing others had come too. She was second to arrive and the other she recognised only as having seen them once maybe. She stepped closer to Nyra and saw her distress. War looked puzzled at her, her head tilted as she came forward.

Oh how War wanted to comfort her so badly, but did not know how. Her brutish way had never taught her love or kindness, it was a new emotion to her she had it figure out all by herself. She felt distressed seeing Nyra like this and before she spoke War decided to step toward Nyra and offer her a very gentle, though still rather rough, touch of her nose. She wanted to give her a sympathic gesture, but ended up mostly poking her with her nose on her shoulder.

Then Nyra spoke.

War was coming at last.

It did not occur to War that this was faulted by Nyra. It was a natural part of the world and she recognised that it could not be faulted by anyone. If they wanted a fight they would have a fight. The enemy of Nyra, whom she did not know, were now War’s enemy too. She looked at Nyra with stern eyes, not directed at her, but with an expression that spoke a clear language.

”No”

She stepped even closer to Nyra and put her heavy head on top or Nyra. Silly woman. Did she really think War was going to leave her at the prospect of a lost caused war? ”I will not leave.” Then she turned toward the rest of the pack and left Nyra’s side for just a moment.

”This is war. We do not abandon each other at the prospect of war. This is what we are made for. This is what we have prepared for. No one leaves.”

She spoke more than she ever had. She looked at the rest of them, her watchful eyes looking at anyone in doubt. No one was leaving on her watch.