by Wildmagic_warrior » Thu Apr 28, 2011 8:20 am
Rozabel sat near the edge of the camp, her sharp blue eyes taking in the scene. She honestly didn't care who took leadership, for she was never loyal to one true Alpha- only to herself, and to her brother. She glanced over at the wolf in question and nodded carefully, then scanned around for threats to him or to herself. She hated being in groups- she preferred to travel alone, with her brother, where everyone was an enemy and one could kill without worrying that they were breaking some silly little code about not killing your own pack mates.
Briar watched the turmoil in camp through narrowed green eyes, his thick midnight fur rustling in a breeze that had sprung up. He, like his sister, did not care who led the pack. He hadn't liked or disliked the former leader, nor did he like or dislike the new one. It made no difference. However, he was afraid that anyone new would let his sister have free reign and set her lose on their enemies like a plague. A red plague of claws and fangs and slaughter and death and bloodshed.
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