Redsand Canyon [PACK MEETING] Power, Is Power II

Simran had never seen Nyra so frantic as they did in the moments between when they left their perch to find her and finally making it to the meeting.

The news was something they did not expect. Nyra had acted out of turn, attacked an arrogant man, and thus, sent their pack into war, or worse, utter annihilation. Simran closed their eyes, grief written into their features. This was the twilight of the Saints. Their contract was unfulfilled, Kynareth was gone, and they still stayed.

They did not speak for a long time, warring internally with a Mandalorian’s want to fulfill a contract, and a wolf's desire to survive. Simran blew out a breath.

I will stay by you, Nyra. It was an obvious choice, one they were happy to agree to, even if they scattered to the four winds. There would be somewhere for them, even if they had to retreat into the furthest corners to find it.