We Don't Have To Dance

The days were passing rather slowly, but at least the pack was still under his brother's control. Tyranis had emerged victorious after the traitorous albino attempted to challenge for it, and he was glad. He could breathe easier now that he didn't have to worry and wonder what would happen with his nieces and nephews if Hannibal had won. But now that it was all done and over with, his thoughts began to drift to his mother. Was she still alive? Would Abaven tell them of her passing if she wasn't? He felt things were tense between them and Abaven, but he hoped that they'd have the decency to tell them if it came down to it. He wandered around one side of the lake, paws kissing the sandy beach of the lake as darkness started to fall. Fireflies began to emerge, dancing around the water and lighting up the surface of the water.

"SPEAK"