The time has come

Torrent had been doing a lot of thinking, spending a lot of time out of pack lands, and on returning home had heard the news that Jupiter's pups were nearly ready to come out of the den. Along with Chaos' pups running around doing normal pup-things, this sealed it. She couldn't stay here any longer and keep putting her family's children at risk. She was a liability for any family-oriented pack, as she knew well. What could she do going forward? Teach them how to fight? Yeah, sure, and if she lost control and hurt one of them, what then? Or if her activities outside the pack brought the wrath of another pack onto her brother's, what then? So she'd no sooner returned than she lifted her head to call for Tyrian. She'd let him know as alpha, then find Alarr and Valentine after to let them know. She couldn't think of anyone else in the pack who'd care enough about her leaving to tell - she'd never been particularly close to anyone, though she'd always idolized Valdis... but she was gone now anyway. From anyone else the enumerating of a very short list of people who would care if they were gone might have been pitiful, even depressing, but Torrent simply looked at it analytically, as a list of tasks to complete before leaving. It was what it was. So, first, Tyrian.