This is gospel for the fallen ones

The post for this meeting will be due on Sunday (5/17). I know it's short notice, but unless someone magically appears to join the pack will disband anyway on Monday.

Pantheon had become a ghost town. One by one his members, which were for the most part all his family members as well, had drifted away without a trace. The more he searched for them the more hopeless it seemed. The only thing he could wonder was what had he done wrong? He had been working so hard to establish some positive connections with other packs and to make sure their borders were well guarded so they would be safe. It seemed that while he was doing all of these things the majority of his pack had left... Hercules sighed heavily as he looked out across the silent Estuary. Well, silent except for the constant chatter of birds. He had honestly blocked the birds out by this point. They were just background noise to his own personal disappointment. Trying to pull himself together, he took a deep breath and then lifted his muzzle to let out a howl. He called for any remaining members of his pack so they could figure out what their next steps would be... but it was becoming obvious to him that they could no longer continue like this. They were barely a pack anymore anyway. "Talk" "You" Think