With all the most recent events her mood had been down again. She was drifting further from the pack, though there had only ever been a few in the pack that had been social anyway. Vali was really the only one left in the pack that she had more then one interaction with. Bass' daughter Sparrow, she didn't even remember smelling much of her around the pack lands, but suddenly she wished to step up and take over. Things were uncertain, she did not want to give up on Bass he had been there for her in more then one instance. Sighing she shook her head and tried to push the thoughts away. Today was not a day to be down and out. In fact today was a day to celebrate. She had two remaining children who had just turned one and she had been wanting to give them a little celebration of hitting their first year. Moving into her herb den she let her nose do the work to find the special gift she had decided would be for Tyranis. Digging her nose through her herbs to it's hiding spot and gently clasping it in her teeth and pulling it out. Playing around with it she managed to clip the bracelet backwards on her front left leg before traveling out of the den. Next step would be to find her son, which could take her a bit. She hoped this gift would lighten his mood. She knew it wouldn't change what had happened at the meeting, or what had upset him so, but she hoped her not so little lightning bolt would be willing to spend some time with her. Nose to the ground she searched for his scent, trying to find the freshest one to fallow. After a bit of searching she found the freshest one and began to fallow it, her tail gently wagging as she fallowed the trail, hoping to find him. "Talk" & 'Think"

He patrolled the borders of the pack in absolute silence, his head raised and ears pulled back as he skulked through the swaying grasses of the Thicket. Like most days his mind was elsewhere; far off and perhaps even on another planet, one where things made sense. One where those who wanted to rule would rule rather than the insolent children of the previous leader. One where anyone could be a leader and “birthrights” didn’t exist. This place of course had a name and it would never be Abaven. Dauntless. A place for the strong. He sniffed at the air and immediately broke from his musings. “Mother.” His mind chimed and he leapt into the air before running off to greet her. His mother was al he had left in this world, all he had left in Abaven now that so many of them had gone including his beloved brother. His moher may have been distant at times but he still loved her dearly and craved her attention with all his heart. His mother had been the only reason he had chosen to stay in Abaven now that he was older and was the only reason he came back after venturing out into the world. He approached her with a wide smile on his face, his tail waving behind him like a flag as he stepped toward her smaller form and brushed lovingly against her side, his chin brushing against her spine. “Mother.” He greeted happily, his usually narrowed and judgmental eyes now closed with sheer joy as he felt the warmth that had brought him into the word Speaking Thinking You

Fallowing the trail through the tall swaying grasses the blind women carried her body with grace. Ty and Corentine were her only children left and they were her world. With only a handful of wolves left in Abaven she felt she fully trusted things were crashing down around her, but she still had faith that Bass would return. She had faith that he would return with or without her missing children in tow, but she was unsure how her life would be if his daughter would take over the pack. With Vali in charge Storm would be able to remain in Abaven, in her current rank. Though she was uncertain what her fate would be of Sparrow would take over. So while she was doing her best to keep her herbs stocked, she also wanted to try harder to spend more time with her remaining two children. To her knowledge they were the only blood family she had in these lands. She wasn't aware of her brother, of Stardust, of Clay, or of Zinnia were running around in the lands of Ardent. She also feared that her true chance of finding love and having more children was no longer an option, she was getting older and the window was closing for that. She quietly moved through the grass unaware that her son had found her before she could find him. The wind traveling in his favor He was able to smell her and fallow it to her. He had approached rather quietly. When his strong scent hit her she smiled and then his large form wrapped her in a warm embrace. Wrapping her head around and up she laid her head gently on his shoulder. Her tail waving back and forth behind her while a warm smile spread across her face. "Tyranis!" she greeted. "How is your day going" "Talk" & 'Think"

What could he have possibly said to that? Every day of the summer felt closer and closer to the day Sparrow would take over and he would lose his chance to ever be a leader but his mother was far too kind and gentle to understand that. As far as Tyranis was concerned his mother had been through too much, almost all of her children were gone and it had weighed heavily on her heart. Now wasn’t the time to vent his frustration, he knew that. “It’s been fine.” He lied, and although it was a good lie with a just cause it still made his stomach clench and twist. He had always hated lying to his mother, and as far as he could tell she was the only one on earth other than Cloud he couldn’t lie to without feeling guilty. He suspected she might have been able to tell when he was lying which had further discouraged him from lying to her, but in this case he would make an exception. His golden eyes caught sight of something on her wrist and his head cocked to the side curiously. “What’s that?” He asked, his voice lighter than usual and although she couldn’t see it a small smile had begun to form on his lips. speaking Thinking You