Until Lambs Become Lions

The meeting sounded urgent, the male plucking himself from his den where he had been resting. In his abense he had not even to begun to know what ethne was going through right now. Confusion was an apparent thing on his features as he approached the growing wolves of the pack. But he stopped, feeling a sudden rush of shame but doing well to appear nothing was wrong. Not contrary to the group worry clung to his chest when he looked over at Haydee.

Fenix took a seat, calmly laying his tail at his paws. He’d wait to be caught up, even if he was in no condition to fight he could still heal. Even in his elicited state, so he had to concentrate on that. Not about the overwhelming feelings he had to run away and hide in his den. No, it didn’t matter nobody blamed him even if he felt like it.