The storm clouds churned overhead as they had so many times before. His amber eyes shone a ghostly silver in the darkness and what moonlight lit the forest, roving over the edges of the sky as he sat silently and with a steadiness. There was so much to lose now...but the Tainn had grown a thick skin, one that wouldn't be easily torn, and there was a fierceness in his soul that would be his guiding light tonight as he made his stand. The state of his home could easily be described as stable. By all means, theirs were all taken care of─safe, slumbering, their bellies without a growl. If anything, the wolves of Secret Woodlands were thriving now more than they ever had since he'd first crossed across the queen's borders. And yet, there was an unrest. The rattling of the branches, both barren and verdant, overhead reminded him of the utter cold in his bones; it was the result of the compiling number of days and nights where he saw that look upon her face. The way his presence set her body on edge. The ways in which Mirren had seen what happiness she had drain from her elegant features at the mention of his name. @Miccah was like poison to @Nina and, as her wayward son, he'd spent enough time wondering if anyone was ever going to save her. His mind was sound and it was made. Secret Woodlands was not his kingdom, but he would rise to take hold of what had, through time and complacency, become a cage for its matriarch. @Koda was but a stepping stone to get to the sable Leader, but the rise above him was essential and the last step Mirren would have to take before he could rush the gates of Miccah's glass castle. As it had been with Rayne, this was nothing personal, but it had been a long time coming. Rising to his feet, weathered and grounded in the silty earth, Mirren lifted his muzzle skyward to unleash his summons. |
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