OOC: Hope you don't mind me jumping in! WC: 500
It seemed that everyone in New Dawn was of the same mind when it came to Amy Saunders. They all wanted blood, wanted to see the debts repaid. Ciara hadn’t seen the bloody arrival of her pack sisters, but she had heard about it and had seen the fury and need for retribution in the eyes of her bicoloured mate. His anger alone fueled her sense of injustice until she too wanted to feel the blonde bitch’s flesh part beneath her fangs and claws. She often had dreams of ripping the dog apart with her pack mates, dreams of the triumphant, united howl that would sound when the pack finally had its revenge.
She was patrolling the borders on her own today, even though her mate had asked her to stay in the den. Normally she listened to him, bending under his stoney glare, but she was feeling more and more rebellious. She knew she hadn't trained, but she was an Epsilon. The golden girl merely thought that if she and Augustus could take on a cougar by themselves, surely they could handle a stupid dog. Augustus was unyielding in his protection of her. He didn’t like any of them putting themselves in danger, thinking that it was his responsibility alone to protect them.
The golden youth was mulling over these things while making her way back to the den when she heard Palaydrian’s howl cut through the air. Her tawny ears perked to listen to the invitation, and her tail gave a flick of a wag. Ciara hadn’t spent any time with the blonde pack sister yet, and she longed to remedy this. Augustus had told her about their hunt in the woods together, and she was excited to get to know the woman. If Augustus liked her, then surely Ciara would as well. She pressed her paws into the ground and made her way to den faster, tipping her nose to the sky to let out a soft howl of reply. She was coming.
When the Epsilon arrived at the den and saw both Palaydrian and Noah there, her eyes lit up. She hadn’t seen Noah in some time but was pleased he was no longer the Omega. She didn’t know, of course, the anger and bitterness that the silver male still felt for his punishment. She figured that bygones were bygones, and thought only of the time they’d spent hunting and the attempts at fishing. When she approached them she took on the posture of her rank, but it was not over-imposing. The golden girl was relaxed, and wanting to socialize with her pack.
“Hello Noah, Palaydrian. How are you two today?” she asked as she sat near the tree, earthen eyes taking in the shells with the strange concoction.
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