[PACK MEETING] It's time.

He felt heat climb up his neck as Aranea’s tail brushed against his and he found himself sitting just slightly more straight now that she was beside him. His mother came next and he found himself distracted, lowering his head to brush against her cheek affectionately before he turned his attention forward. Tyranis could almost feel his eyes rolling into the back of his skull as Sparrow spoke but outwardly he was calm and neutral. What did she think they were? Wolves or dandelions? He understood now why Cloud had left and had only wished he had had the better sense to go with him, although soon that might not be an issue. More and more he turned his sights northward, to the harsh cold where only the strongest could and would survive. Strength was what made a great pack; strong members and a strong leader. That was what Sparrow had failed to grasp, and he firmly believed it would be what would drive Abaven to ruin. He said nothing and made no movements, all he focused on was how close the other yearling was to him and the wonderful scent she carried on her fur.

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