Signs of Life

The seasons changed, as did everything in life. Winter was slowly turning to spring, however gloomy things still seemed. The earth needed life giving water to bring forth the brilliant flowers and greenery that marked the season, and the gloom had the added benefit of reducing the sun’s intense glare. Albion could venture forth during the daylight hours and still avoid singing his tender pink skin.

His massive paws sunk into the sands of the island’s beaches when he heard Avacyn’s call for the pack. Though he had been slightly reluctant to return to Elysium he was far too dutiful and accepted his Matriarch’s offer. So he shifted his path now to make his way through the damp forests to the meeting stones.

To his surprise there were no other bodies here yet, not even Seracyn. Albion kept his features neutral as he took his place relatively close to Avacyn, saving space for his brother and sister to join him.


"The Murder Bunch"