Passing the Torch
03-22-2014, 07:22 PM
The she wolf had felt undue stress recently, her husband had vanished after the birth of their second litter, Anthem had been accused of terrible actions, and her youngest son was still deathly ill. Everything in the pack was falling to her shoulders and it felt as though the world was crumbling beneath her paws. Had she done something to anger the gods, had she not spent enough time meditating with them, or asking of their help? She didn't know, but what she did know was that she needed more help. It seemed that Legend and Howl were scarce as well as Cherokee. She needed her children to step up, so she would call her first born to her side. She had left the children with Novel, she felt bad about making her daughter watch them so often but the girl didn't seem to mind. In fact she practically begged her mother to watch over them. Song's paws would take her closer to the ocean, it was a rather cool evening considering the summer warmth, the sun would bring itself close to the horizon as Song's head would tilt back to call out for her son. She knew how much trouble he'd been having dealing with the thought of his new siblings. So much so that he'd yet to come and meet them. She hoped it would pass, and he would be protective of them as his litter mates. She didn't want to think about it, but if Cherokee didn't come back he would need to be the head of their family. Speech, |