purple lights

From where he lay among the rocks, Quill watched the girl hop about from rock to rock. He'd bedded down for the evening, having spent all day hunting and patrolling borders. He was still considering whether or not he was going to officially join Ashen. There were benefits and detriments. The benefits were all titles and laziness. The detriments came in the form of responsibility and authority. Quill hated authority and he hated being under the paw of another. At least his father ran the pack, otherwise he wouldn't even consider.

The shadows grew long and soon night would take hold of the land. The girl would be out on her own in the dark. There were many dangers, even close to home. She was still small enough that a coyote or an eagle could scoop her up and turn her into a meal. Should he let them? Eh...

"It's dangerous for you to be out here alone, little pup," the brute rumbled from his place up on a stone shelf where he sprawled out like some great lion. "You should head back home to your mother," he advised.

"Speech"