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Posted on September 25, 2017 at 10:37:42 PM by ASTER
The truth is that no pack could be completely safe - there would always be holes in the guard. Even if I forced each wolf to pace the borders at all times (which, I partly did), there would always be those waiting for the right moment. It was up to my pack to remain vigilant. I would not suffer an assault against one of my own, a feeling that I realized mirrored that of my mother's. It struck me odd at times how I ended up just like Aithne when I had always thought her too hard, too different from me. That is not to say that I did not love my mother but we had hardly ever seen eye to eye. If she were alive I would like to think she would be proud of me now as I stand before Eclipse and prepare for an attack, as I think of the worst outcome and find relief that it does not come to fruition.
So Eclipse was not simply one thing which meant she could be lots of things - which is what one needed when fighting a silent war. That is likely what this thing was, this ugly feeling in me, this constant paranoia that Eden would strike out at me. Your Arsenal. Those words cause my eyes to widen in surprise then a pleased smirk to slide across my muzzle.
I am Eclipse, she says, and moves up to my left. I spin now on my haunches, back claws digging into the softened earth as I spin to face the same direction as her, my eyes firm upon her as I take a step forward in invitation.
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