Nova
As the group proceeded, Nova begin to feel an unease creep into him. He had come down to Ascalon on the understanding that this was yet another advisory assignment. He and the others had been called in at certain times and combinations to dispense points of wisdom that every wolf seemed to think they had. But they had never been asked to stay longer than a few days. He had intended to join his family in time for the Winter Solstice. As the longest night of winter, it was naturally the most important holiday on the Ausi calendar. And now they were trying to string him along for yet another mission! Why hadn't he just thrown away the letter like Fang apparently had?
The rumor of a capital attack was concerning...especially if it was his homeland. But why did the King think a half blind worn out Ausi would be a better choice than every other wolf he had at his disposal?! Nova couldn't think of any other reason beyond his famous name.
Still, it was good to see Vesta again. He had admired her when they last worked together. Her loyalty to her pack reminded him of his own, even if she was a bit more forceful in showing it. A memory flashed through his mind of their journey to the Vulcans before the factory raid. She had been so enamored by his description of the auroras over Fang Island, that she had almost blasted Blue with a fireball so that Blue would not interrupt the story. Nova had scolded Vesta for that...an action he has long since regretted once Blue had shown her stripes. Vesta would have saved them all a lot of trouble if she had just hit her target that evening.
"Nova, and Vesta...it's been years since we last saw each other."
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"I have difficulty... keeping the Dire wolf in me... under control."
...no.
Nova looked at the wolf before him in abject disgust. The black blur in front of him was a monstrous corruption of a shewolf he had once thought of as a sister. He didn't even address her as he turned back to the blur of guards.
"If you had any sense you would have slain this demon the moment she showed her face. You want to know who to blame for the attacks? Here she is!" Nova spat, his face a mask of hatred.
He had never felt a more galling sense of bitterness towards any wolf than he had toward Blue. She was a traitor, a deceiver, and a murderer of pups. Whatever halfhearted attempts she had made at penance after the fact could not erase what horrors she had committed. He could not fathom why the King thought that reprieving this demon of her crimes was a lesser evil than whatever rumored danger was supposedly coming. The blood of Amarok, Blossom, and countless others was on her claws.