Northstar Vale the scarlet lord

The shadow had fallen into step with Pharoah, two steps behind to the right of his flank. Her face was set into a severe line, eyes lightly narrowed against the rain turning her undersides dull red. Blue eyes were held narrow and yet unseeing.

It was war yet again, and Nephele did not know where her loyalties yet lay. She did not wish to abandon the wolves here and yet…well. Should everything no longer allow for her survival, she would take a chance and run. Of course, this area was familiar to her, in the way of that lapse of existence between Finley and Germanicus. When she had nothing left and purpose was futile.

Ramesses shouted for their following in the bearwolves, and Nephele followed.