Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-4211788-20150215205820/@comment-5142578-20150505044911

Frost took another corner of the cave, preferably as far away from the hawk as possible. Leaning against a wall, he reaches into his jacket and pulls out a small picture and examines it. The picture was of him and two girls. One girl appeared to be only around five years old, and was wearing what seemed to be royal attire. The other was a female fox about the wolf's age and appeared to be wearing some kind of clan armor as well as a bandana around her forehead.

The wolf closed his eyes and put away the picture. If he failed, his world would be destroyed, and everyone along with it. And even if he did succeed, he'd still have a war to win. A war that would determine the fate of his entire world. He took a quick glance at Hiero. He seemed to be holding something, but the dim lighting made it too difficult to determine either the object he was holding, or the expression on the hawks face. He then took a last glance around the cave, observing what everyone else was doing.