She seemed startled out of her reverie. He wondered if he should start wearing bells as he walked the territory. When he wasn't hunting. Perhaps he'd startle others a little less.
She voiced concerns about the pack. He was still as she spoke. His ice-blue eyes meandered over the trickling water of the creek. There was nothing wrong with a small pack, but he had also taken note of the quiet and lingering darkness that loomed over them. Stagnancy turned lively waters into toxic ponds.
"Yes." He simply replied, his own countenance heavy and serious, "Something must be done to spark life within the ranks again. I've wondered if we should bring in a festival or two from my home." It would be a drop of water in the state of things, but perhaps it would inspire the others?
"Our character is often revealed at our highs and lows... Be humble at the mountaintops, be steadfast in the valleys. Be faithful in between." - marcandangel.
Knight
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