Ankyra Sound The Insomniac

She was always so ready. A quiet composure under her unhinged exterior. A fire burned in her eyes that looked as if it would never be extinguished. Respect had to be earned from ragged wolf, true respect, but she had a way about her. Her command of the situation was impeccable... and respect was freely given.

We cannot allow enemies to live so close to us. She had a point. Letting them live wouldn't be pragmatic. The gaunt wolf cared little for the lives of the Duskfire wolves, but only for his own. Walking into a battlefield is... well, counterintuitive to survival.

"You're right," he tiredly stammered as he drooped into the sand. "They have to be taken out." His eyelids hung heavy and he yawned wide. "I'm only telling you this because I consider you, not only my leader, but my friend," he softly muttered in a droll monotone. "I'm not exactly the honest type." Why the bastard was showing his weakness, he had no idea. Maybe, it was because he was tired. But, the burden was too much to bare alone.