Come Together and Rise [Pack Meeting]

He had never been so ill in his life, and he was utterly glad to be one of those coming out the other end on the side of the living. And yet… he felt guilt. The same oppressive weight in his chest that he’d sagged under for years after his last herd had been slaughtered by that landslide.

He may have come out on the other side living, but others had not.

They were wolves, but they were hid herd now. He felt each loss like a gore wound in the heart. And as Aurielle’s voice called the pack together, the stallion turned from the fresh gravesites and broke into a trot, slow and tired. Despite the bounty of grassy shoots coming up, he still felt wan and spare after the illness. Hips and ribs stood in shadow—or would if he didn’t glow.

He joined with Cairo as the Sentinel headed to the gathering, and as they parted, Taliesyn stood, gazing around at the faces around him before looking to Aurielle.

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