My paws crunch against the snow-covered ground as I sprint toward the heart of what used to be my skulk- my home. Oliver and the other warriors are just a few strides ahead of me, weaving in and out of the trees like a unified machine. Raphael is behind the rest of us a significant amount since I took off, but he plays a lesser role in this fight. He'll be our support magically, providing boosts and small amounts of healing to those of us who need it when the time comes.
The snow glitters in the mid-day sunlight as it falls, no doubt covering my rust-colored coat just like it's sticking to my comrades' pelts. It started coming down a few moments ago, almost comical how the world seems to know something significant will go down soon.
Raphael explained that we're charging during the day si
