Ramsey
I stood at the head of the large oak table in the meeting room, scanning the map spread out before me. The Gammas of the White Mountain Region and the General from White Lake Pack stood around me, listening as I outlined my strategy.
Since the council meeting, a lot of Packs in the White Mountain Region have suffered severe Feral attacks. Unlike before when the Ferals just came and did nothing, this time around it was a full-blown attack. White Hill Pack suffered twenty deaths yesterday plus a lot of injured people.
The High Priestess who had promised to send us a Priestess to help fortify our borders to keep the Ferals at bay suddenly fell ill and she was being taken care of. Over the past week, I've been shuttling between doing rounds on all the duty posts and running around for my Joining Ceremony which was coming up soon.
