Little to Do [Any]

[Electus]

"War is like a monster on the rampage, it isn't a game...but you understand that."

Umbra looked at Pollux, his expression oddly solemn. "War. War never changes." he said softly, his voice cold and melancholy.

"These pups are playing at something that isn't a game...and they start their families...and they want their battles...tell me Umbra, how well will that go?"

"I have heard nothing from Sallina as of late. However, Nightblood and Albireo prepare for a war that is inevitable. And yet, it is possible to delay. I will not lie to Pollux; I live for war. I live for battle. Yet Arnlan is weak. Will Nightblood's younglings be ready to fight? I doubt it."

He uttered an angry sigh before continuing. "No matter what we may teach them, they will not be forged for the crucible of war. When it comes, it will be swift, and it will bring chaos and ruin. It is Albireo's desire to bring retribution to Sallin, swift and terrible! And yet he knows deep in his heart that Arnlan cannot."

Umbra looked gravely at Pollux. "He fears me. He fears what I can be. I am mad, capricious, and frightfully dangerous. He knows this. I have reason to believe that when war comes, he will throw himself into the fires of battle without regard to his safety."

The ash-gray wolf laughed sardonically, but there was no humour in his voice. "He means to die. A very noble death, I'm sure. Foolish. He and Nightblood are foolish. They can play their little games, but in the end, when the bodies rot and their bones have longed turned to dust, the folly of their ways will be clear. They will throw Arnlan into a war that it is not prepared for. And for what? To strike at its hated enemy?"

"I hope for all our sake that you manage to get some sense into Mortil before we all suffer from his follies..."

Umbra shrugged. "Perhaps, Pollux, if you speak with him some other time...he will listen. Not surprisingly, he chooses to ignore my suggestions."

"Perhaps maybe neither of us are capable of seeing things as they are..."

The warrior shrugged. "Arnlan is blind. If it will take fire and bloodshed to open their eyes...so be it. But for all of your sakes, I hope the Alphas will intervene with their new Beta."

[Squeeji]

"I don't think Mortil will bother talking to me Umbra, unless I'm that damnable 'sister' of his." Pollux sighed, there was a headache developing deep in her brain, these pups, how they made things frustrating. "Neither will understand that you can't defeat something like Sallin, sure you can destroy Sallin, kill their pups, destroy their warriors, eat their Alpha, whatever you want. But, another pack will come up after it"

The Gamma snorted in amusement. "Hell, it used to be Raknu...and they were bigger back then." she shrugged, thinking of the Dog and Wolf hodgepodge that had given birth to Sallin, "And you know what, we fought with them too...for resources...just like all packs do."

"But these foolhardy wolves have given us our death sentence, if Sallin doesn't wipe us out, whoever comes after them will..." she hummed and shook her head.

[Electus]

"But these foolhardy wolves have given us our death sentence, if Sallin doesn't wipe us out, whoever comes after them will..."

Umbra hummed pensively. "Well then, we shall see what fate has wrought. Hopefully the pups you take under your wing will see reason, and maybe then we can hope to weather the storm that threatens us all."

The ash-gray wolf stretched contemplatively. "Well...I grow weary of this. I will see you again, Pollux, before this is all said and done. And when it's over...who knows? I might still be alive to see what happens after."

He grinned sardonically. "It might just prove more interesting than what's happening right now."