Out For A Stroll [Caelia]

Caelia posed a question, and Aurielle’s steps slowed as she fell into thought, missing the triumphant huff from Aelloshir—closely followed by a tiny crunch and a macabre squeak cut off abruptly, and Ayodele’s squeal of “Ewww…” as the mountain lion vanquished the overly ballsy vole and stalked to scout ahead of the two wolves, while the lemur bounded to Aurielle’s back with a shudder.

She hadn’t been a leader for very long, all things considered, and so far, she could definitely say that nothing was quite going the way she’d hoped. Her changes to the pack had come long after her initial plan to make them at her first meeting. The pack was quiet, and the numbers that had showed at the last meeting told her they needed far more members than what they had. There were so few adults who were experienced and ambitious enough to climb the ranks and teach the five young wolves Gwen had brought into the world.

Amos had utterly vanished, and some deep part of her heart… feared he was dead. A sigh filtered through her nose and she admitted, “I’m not entirely certain of any decision I’ve made since my father made me the leader. Perhaps it’s not been long enough, or I’m not thinking deeply enough. But… there are many personal regrets I have. And so many worries. The quietness in this pack, for one.”

She fell silent for a few more strides then said softly, “Perhaps one regret is that I came into leadership so young. I don’t regret the reason – father went to rescue mother and Aramis, and brought them home alive – but I do worry that I am not pushing the pack hard enough to prosper.”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think