Lark swore he watched his sister wilt under the heavy stares of the few that remained in Abaven. A large majority of the wolves were either his own family, or Zephyr and Caelum's, and it was strange to think of how large - and powerful, in comparison - Abaven had once been. He sighed silently at Sparrow's words, though he was not disappointed with her.. but merely at the way all of their lives had gone. So Archon would be staying with them, and would be ruling. Sort of, though Sparrow would still be considered their Alpha, as the Abraxas man explained.
Things could be worse. They could certainly be far worse. He had to keep telling himself that. Hopefully the rest of the pack would do the same. He was only partially surprised when Caelestis spoke up to question him; though he didn't know the girl well, he'd caught on that she tended to be a bit more outspoken than most wolves, obviously completely unafraid of her mouth getting her in trouble. He eyed his own children, hoping they didn't get any ideas about speaking up too. Archon at least answered her question simply and honestly. The explanation was suitable, and caused no reaction from him - but the way he sat with his lips pursed, leaning against his mate, made it obvious that he was far from totally pleased.
