I Will Keep You Going

Walk | Talk | Think

There had been no call, no fuss given, about the new change in leadership. In fact, Tahlia had been so preoccupied with the happenings revolving her own family that it had practically gone unnoticed. But a quick stroll through the territory in search of her adventurous children had turned up something peculiar: the scents of the pack members, all directed together and leading to a single place. Sensing something amiss, something of importance about the peculiarity, the golden eyed she-wolf had followed, curiosity growing by the moment. What could have happened to draw them all together like this? What exactly had she missed?

By the time she came upon them, it was apparent enough. It was not Maverick who stood at the head of the gathering, but the Ambassador and healer Loccian. Tahlia stared on in confusion as she stopped still apart from the group, arriving late and therefore missing the majority of what already had been said. But from those who had arrived shortly before she had, and the little talking that she had just managed to catch upon her approach, it seemed that the once quiet grey wolf had taken it upon herself to lead Seracia.

Quietly Tahlia further approached, moving to join the group of gathered wolves properly and without a word coming to stand among them. The news hardly sat well with her, and though she was typically skilled at masking her feelings even she could feel a little pucker upon her brow, adding an unnecessary sternness to her expression. What was to become of them now, under this new queen? How might her life be changed yet again by this new ruler? She said nothing but remained present, watching and listening for whatever she might be able to discern from those present that she may have missed in the initial moments of the gathering.