god reduced to a thousand-yard stare (MEETING)

Iroh hadn’t been invited or allowed on this most recent trip, and as he watched the clouds as they were spewed forth from somewhere in the north of Boreas he was almost gave thanks to the fallen god. When he heard Pyrrhic’s call Iroh didn’t miss the lack of strength behind it, then he did thank Abraxas for not sending him. What had happened? The yearling raced to his cousin’s presence, curious, concerned, and wondering where their alpha was. Blue and lavender eyes widened slightly ass he took in Pyrrhic’s appearance, and Sarabi covered her mouth in shock. Was Benkos alright? Iroh remained silent as he waited to be addressed, something was very wrong. He tried to take a seat close to the Heir, but had no desire to crowd him. Iroh coiled his dark haunches beneath him and waited.