Notmal every day day except its night

It had been a little since the group had come back to their pack lands and settled. For now, most was good. No signs of Eden or her pup and Sparrow was sure the Armada didn't have them, which was a shame in itself. Sparrow couldn't fight enemies she couldn't see. There was blood and fur and... it was entirely possible a predator got them. Why were they outside the pack alone? It didn't make much sense. And what predator takes two whole wolves? Sparrow wasn't convinced, but her father had known slavers and had even participated in the trade some. Sparrow thought for a terrible moment that she preferred them dead then subjected to that, whatever that was.

When it came to difficult topics like this, Sparrow really didn't like to be the leader. She wasn't sure what to do- if anything. There was no current threat that she could see or fend off. Her pack was safe as ever, but something had happened, and that bothered her.

Sparrow huffed out into the ocean, much like she always did when her thoughts were heavy. She used to just turn to the bottle for stuff like this, but- ah- it didn't make a difference anymore, did it?