The tension within the packland was palpable. Grief underlaid fear, layers and layers of it. Polaris needed more than just a leader, they needed inspiration. They needed more than one voice to rally around.
Eltrys drank at the creek, his mind reeling. Reeling and reeling and reeling. How could the fragments be gathered back together in a way that would inspire hope? Freedom? Defiance?
He lifted his head and looked into the rippling water, a fragmented reflection looked at him back, the drips of the water falling from his chin further fragmenting the image. Should he desire to take up fighting? The thought was abhorrent to him. He would never seek to harm another, but he had no qualms about defending the pack with his teeth and claws. But he was a teacher... Not a warrior. He was a shepherd... a simple hunter...
Could someone such as him dare to make waves in the larger field of Auster and Boreas?
He didn't know, all he knew was that he had to help find the center, the foundation of his community.
Professor
