As The Sparrow Flies

Rivin had thought about leaving, she wouldn't deny that. But that was the easy way out, wasn't it? Giving up. The yearling had thought about her options and even spoke to her companions about what they should do, weighing pros and cons. The truth was that while Rivin did not completely feel happy with the pack she felt she could put more effort in on her end to be more happy. And after the day she had with Calico Jack, a wolf she felt she could safely call her best friend and the only wolf she'd trust outside her kin with having her back, she knew she couldn't just walk away. Walking away from the pack meant walking away from Jack and she wouldn't do that.

But things had grown quiet. Maybe Sparrow had gotten herself into a spot? Rivin didn't know. She knew that the woman favored alcohol, and even the yearling herself found the burn and warmth of the drink interesting. But when she heard Gil calling for the pack, calling in the manner of an alpha, she was intrigued. Ears would perk and Rivin motioned for her companions to follow.

She'd find him and his mate on the beach, Gilgamesh standing ready to take his place as a king. Rivin quirked a brow. Was Sparrow really in such a spot she couldn't lead them anymore? Still… Rivin would sit, curling her tail around her toes. "Curious to hear what is going down. You're becoming our leader now?" There was no malice or disgust in her voice, just interest. She noticed Jack wasn't here yet either. He'd show up though… right?