Great Bear Wilderness tuvaaktuk ⧜

War had a hard time adjusting to circumstances. The veteran was adjusting to the world of love. So unfamiliar, so strange, yet warm. Just as they had found home in this strange pack, speaking a strange language, just as they had arrived they were leaving. War didn't understand why, but she did see Nyra leaving with everyone else and so she followed.

Nyra touched her with affection and War could only look at her, her stone grey eyes saying everything they could. She was not yet adjusted to public display of affection, but it seemed to matter and so War would return the affection with a gentle nudge. It felt so strange to her to do this, it was an odd feeling within that stirred, told her to do it, but she had been trained for combat, not the war of love. She tried her hardest to be better.

The single file of wolves was forming in the cold and War followed next to Nyra for some time, passing the leaders of Moonglow. When Nyra looked back, War would stop, keeping her gaze fixed on her mate, until she realized that Nyra was ensuring everyone was following.

War did not feel like she belonged yet, nor did she feel like these wolves were part of her family, at least not now. They had been told to stay out of sight (and maybe out of mind?) and War had obeyed because Nyra had done so. Not because she was compelled to get to know these people, but she respected them for taking them in in their time of need. But War was curious, she wanted to know who their hosts were. She stepped to the side and let those behind her walk past her as she kept her gaze at the end of the trail. She would then make up the tail of the formation as if to reassure Nyra that she would keep watch.

If Nyra was here, this was home. If Nyra wanted to protect these strangers, so would War.