Until Lambs Become Lions

It has been only a scant couple of days since the raid that had taken place in the middle of the night and Jericho has been keenly aware of the painful scratches that the dark hued boy had given him. Every subtle moment he makes pulls at the skin, reminding him that his belly and underside is healing and the boy has decided that sleep is the best thing for him right now. That is where he is, in his family den, sleeping the day away when his aunt’s call drags him from the soft, fuzzy realm of dreams.

Sleepily, Jericho sits up, curious but tired so he decides to take his time getting up. By the time he ambles into the meeting area, most of the pack has already gathered and there is so much tension in the air that you could practically cut it with a knife. Gaze turns up to aunt who is surrounded by family members and it is difficult to miss the wounds on the back of her neck or the fact that the air stinks with fresh and dried blood.

Eyes turn to roam over the wolves that have gathered and he spies his winged brother, looking sad and dejected. Jericho quickly hurries over to him because Gav had gone missing shortly after the raid and, now that he is back, the boy is determined not to let him out of his sight. Coming to a stop next to him, Jerry practically lays on top of his winged sibling as they wait for the meeting begin.


"Jericho Agatsuma-Kedieo"