The way the petals flutter

Cerberus quietly looked over the group as they all spoke of their ideas and inputs. His head nodded lightly at Scylla as she had said she would leave him in charge of making the communal den, just as they had made back in Fenmyre. How strange it felt to be on his father's side of things when back then he was just an heir growing child. But somehow he hadn't changed much being so tied to his family. Sure he would do things for the pack as well, to make sure his sister would thrive as their leader. But the other were just additions, they would never be the same as his own blood he was raised with. His eyes scanned around the redbud trees as he continued to keep an eye out for any dangers. But of course it was easy to see the beauty the land and trees had to offer.