Alumina treads to her destination, sniffing out and gathering the scattered rebels. I must call a meeting after this. She thinks to herself, changing direction and weeding out the rest.

Swiftly, she leads them back to camp and sounds a call, one that cannot be heard by the kingdom. She knows her allies will hear it, and as those she gathered sit in silent and patient waiting, she thinks over what she will say.


Kisa turns out of the castle, scanning the dark city until she is satisfied. Quietly she stalks the dens, a low growl emitting from her throat. She's limping from the injury the shadow wolf had given her, but she refuses to allow it to bother her. "I'll kill them both myself." She snarls to herself, suddenly slashing out and caving in an empty den. Her fur bristles and she turns back. Leaping up the stone steps, she howls for a gathering.