Nova Peak what’s yours is mine.

Wealda had chosen and, right or wrong, her course would stay.  She trusted Mulherin and she trusted the Rise.  What pups they could save would remain.

She did not trust Riley.

His claws and fangs ravaged her.  She still fought to keep him down, trying to wrestle and choke him into submission.  Any reason had left him, and if he broke free, she would lunge after to again attempt to pin him down.  She only needed to hold him until the pups were safely away.  And if she could bring him peace before then, this would be best for all there.

Masquerade’s death had held no peace.  She did not know why she instinctively knew this.

Everything else was ignored. She would find them when she could, reclaim her sister’s legacy, though it had been reduced to ash in an instant.