The future held in suspense

Mortis smiled at his Auntie as she came to join them, and leaned against the older wolf. He waved a paw to his Grammy as she passed by, smiling when he saw his sister curl into the older womans side. He took comfort from Resin. He hadnt realised Asla did, too.

His father began the meeting, and he perked all the way up. A part of him also felt his stomach drop out. Was the short strap which pup could attend the raid? Surely not, but the boy couldnt figure out what else it had been for.

He listened as wolves raised their voices I choice. He had not heard about the Fireside incident, and was surprised by the brashness of the actions. It was tempting to go for that pack, but this was the first time he had been offered such a big decision. He wanted to approach it with careful thought. To imagine, his words might help direct a pack to battle. He shivered with anticipation.

"I vote Winterfell. Their Alpha claimed honour, and then ganged up on my dad with his second to try and maim my dad." His father had told him the story as a cautionary tale against pride. The irony of his own was mentioned and discussed. He said Winterfell, because that story had always stuck in his mind, and he had heard Sirius mention that Theory had said to him that pack might turn their eyes to The Armada. Why not beat them to the punch?