Redsand Canyon The only thing they fear is you

@War @Arlette @Charles @Simran @Val @Xynos @Sivuġat 
Set for today, 10/20/2021, 11:30pm. Can be RO if nobody responds <3

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Nyra had made a promise to Arlette.
Now, it was time to fulfill that vow. Prowling into the center of the Saints' den site, the Grandmaster called for all of her members.

Once they gathered, she spoke.

"I made this decision some time ago. With winter on the horizon, the Saints will be moving to the Vale on the other side of the tallest mountain, effective immediately. And with war imminent, make sure to cover each other's scents to disguise our move." 
Nyra's gaze briefly met each wolf, leaving little room for argument.
She meant the best for her pack, and with her decision made with Arlette's help, the Shieldmaiden stood firm.

Arlette had already told Thyme, Turmeric and Mulberry that they were moving away from the territory. She hated that they just settled here but then again, pups were adaptable. They would have a new place to explore and they would be safe. The latter was her reason for the move. She doubted that Derg would return to her. Another mate lost to her. Derg would never leave her, so something had to happen to him.

Arlette looked at her children. "Do you have everything you want to bring? We can't return here," she commented. "Otherwise everyone will be in danger," she told her children with a serious tone.

Upon the call of the Grandmaster, Xynos was quick to arrive. The shadowed soul allowed his gaze to wander, searching and remembering each body around them. Thus far, he knew few of them.

Once a decent sweep had been done, the man directed his attention over the voice speaking.

Moving? Hell, he'd only just arrived since recent. Nyra had warned him that times of war were inevitable. Those who chose allegiance here would need to be adaptable and fortunately enough, he happened to be just that.

While it would be tough being forced to recognize an entirely different territory after just getting used to this one, Xynos would not be one to question it. He understood that Nyra wanted to keep the pack safe by whatever means it took and he would follow wherever she led.

Another in the crowd began to speak, but he remained silent, simply listening; observing, so that no detail would be missed.

Days were spent training and nights recovering, with Sivu growing more physically dense as time wore on. He sported one cropped ear now and did not miss the flap of skin; the ache was substantially lessened as the flesh became tough scar tissue.

He did not speak to the others - did not care to. Nyra had his attention during lessons, and now that she called for everyone to gather, the boy was attentive. He stood stoic and fuming while she spoke not of war, but of cowardice.

What little regard he held for the pale woman was weak, but it was this announcement that broke what remained. She claimed to be strong, and claimed that her people could be powerful; yet here she was, turning tail when they were ready for battle? Sivugat said nothing and merely held his surly glower, until dismissal, at which point he descended among the canyon walls to continue his work.

He, for one, would not be leaving.