I Need A Gun to Keep Myself From Harm

As summer came to an end Tyranis had surprisingly calmed down, cooling just as the season had. Most days were spent in his own den, close to his mother’s and the days he couldn’t be found there were spent roaming the lands outside of the pack. If he still wanted to be leader he said nothing on the matter, although truth be told, aside from the recently joined yearling Tyranis avoided the other members of Abaven like the plague, silently casting them judgmental looks from afar when no one was looking, although there were so few of them left it was a wonder he ever found anyone to glare at to begin with.

He laid on the packed, dirt floor of his den, chewing on the sweet, moist, meat of a snake idly, pausing to yawn with boredom or glance out of the mouth of his small dirt cove with narrowed eyes to see if someone would dare to disturb him. He had hardly seen his sister although she didn’t seem to have the decency to just disappear like the rest of his siblings had…Like Cloud had. He stopped eating as his thoughts turned to his brother, worry twisting his stomach and quashing his appetite. He pushed the half-eaten snake aside and laid his head between his paws, closing his eyes and attempting to think of something- anything else.

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