WHEN THE PLANETS ALIGN

Jupiter had been challenged for Ludicael by some idiot from the pack of Glaciem. What did the north want with his eastern pack? The ebony knight had been on edge since the challenge and even more so afterwards. If that bastard was bold enough to go and challenge his Sol, who was to say that he wouldn't come and try to forcefully take some of his pack members, his family included. Cherokee was agitated, irritated and frustrated. Why couldn't Ludicael just be left alone? The brute hadn't been in such a good mood as of late and that morning he had slipped off on his own to blow off some steam. He didn't want Song or any of the children to see him upset. He needed to be calm and reasonable around them despite wanting to go and rip the bastard to pieces himself and end all of this madness once and for all.


Ivory and ebony ears would flicker atop his skull, catching the sound of his Sol's voice as she summoned her pack to her. She was back from the challenge and still alive. The borealis would waste no time, making haste towards the meeting, mismatched silver and ivory jade eyes spotting the figures of his wife and children, as well as his in-laws. Quietly the man would weave his way through the growing crowd until he was at Song's side, pressing his nose into the nape of her neck, chuffing softly against her skin before he pulled back, haunches folding beneath him as he allowed his attention to focus on Jupiter. It was clear that she was hurt and her injuries would take some time to heal. Onyx brows would furrow with bottled up anger, trying his best to keep his emotions in check.


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