send my name to the owls, will i see you far below?

The moon had only just begun to rise as the wolves of the Sound launched their raid. Nesaea felt like they barely had time to prepare for the raid. She and her mother, sister and Callantha had really only just settled in before there was a call to arms, a bold effort to raid the caches of this Duskfire pack. Nesaea was still unsure regarding the Siren Queen's intentions and effort to aggravate their enemies further, however determination burned within her green gaze and she silently ghosted into the territory with her fellow sisters, keeping particularly close to her twin.

While Leucothoe held a trinket intended to curse the lands, Nesaea muttered her own, asking a favour from the Mothers to bring ill upon the glacier as Caiaphas wished. She scowled slightly at the earthy-coloured siren and the rangy consort who began to tear into the meat, devouring it. Perhaps she was paranoid, but Nesaea couldn't but wonder if their enemy knew of their movements and had predicated their attack? The meat could be a trap — poisoned even. She tried to push her worries away, though, focusing on the task at hand. The girl hurried past her sister, viciously tearing into the dirt, hissing curses under her breath as her heart thudded with both fear and excitement.