beautiful sound

Tornadic seemed relieved as she changed the subjects, though she wouldn’t let it slow her down. The boy seemed just as proud of his heritage as Poem. The feeling brought a smile to her ashen lips as he mentioned the history of Erovare’s name. The girl nodded, wondering who he might take his pack’s name from. Poem didn’t know if she was creative enough to come up with a good title, her eventual pack came with a name that she wanted to keep and to cherish.

”You’ll make such a good High Lord!” She expressed gleefully, finding that talking about the future was much easier with this boy than with Noir had ever been. She still hadn’t made time to tell her brother about her own promotion. She needed to sooner rather than later though, before her dad could or one of the other pups.