Change [PACK MEETING]

It probably hadn't been the best decision looking back at it now as he made his way through the Seracian border towards the heart of the territory. He hadn't told anyone of his disappearance, which probably wasn't such a smart idea, but he hadn't wanted to worry anyone. He hadn't gotten gravely ill after returning from the water, his wounds having gotten infected. His illness bounced back and forth between high fevers and hullucinations and he couldn't be around his family in that state. So the grey and black brute had taken off, into the rogue lands, to find himself a lonely cave to settle down to hopefully see this illness through or perhaps die a lonely death. Lucky for him, he had managed to pull through. He had spend a few extra days away to make sure that the illness was really gone and now sure that it was, he was coming back.


To a new pack. Well not new, just different leadership. A leader he would've never pictured. Surprise was evident in his features as he quietly padded his way to the meeting, careful to stay to the edges of the meeting, golden gaze finding Loccian's figure easily. She was at the head of the pack, in the spot where King Maverick usually was; what had happened? Crown was kept low, tail glued to his hocks, ears folded back as he took a seat at the very back, his roaming gaze glancing over a familiar silver form; Pacifica. Oh Pacifica...he had left the poor girl after she'd greeted him from the war. Did she hate him? He hoped not...the feelings he had for her had grown ten-fold and he was finally ready to confess to her...that is if his sister didn't beat him into a pulp first.


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