Victory never tasted so sweet. Their trial was completed and won. Araxina was toting her brand new bear fur back to the den to start working it into a protective cape. On her way, she heard her father's call. A strange summons. A summons she had never heard before. A tone unknown to her and piqued her interest more than her compliance.
She ascended the scene, her parents on either side of a mound of stone that had not been there before. Confusion as a new smell assaulted her senses and she drew herself closer to them with sly apprehension. Was this another test? Silently she observed their stances their scents. Something is new and altogether different. It sent the fur bristling on the back of her neck. Wasn't Indica supposed to have his trial at the same time as her and Dracun?
The grief was strange to see on her parent's faces. All she could gather was that something was wrong.
"What is wrong?" She ventured, her voice low, her head lower. Her gilded gaze bounced suspiciously between father and mother for answers.