Deep down the ghost had no real intent on moving the pack, despite a long, gruelling battle with his inner demons prior to the meeting. He and Maksim had come to the conclusion that Hearthwood would be their final resting place when they first claimed the land. One had already been taken by the Kingswood while the other struggled to keep his head (and the pack) afloat.
The leader’s main concern was the contagious itchy or wandering paws that seemed to plague the river wolves. Even Inna, one of his most trusted subordinates and the last remaining Baranski, had allowed her paws to carry her over the lowlands before spring arrived—which was most likely the reason why there was now a little raven glued to her side. He was not oblivious to those who disappeared for hours, sometimes for a full day or two, but seldom reprimanded. He, too, was guilty of wandering away from the Kingswood, seeking refuge at the lake south of their home.
Was it his fault for being too lenient? Was that why members came and went, getting a few warm meals and nights of shelter before leaving to find something better?
His thoughts were disrupted by a loud outburst from the ebony Delaney, his words tumbling off his tongue freely. The leader’s upper lip curled immediately, his brows narrowed darkly as he rose to his paws, hackles raised. Superstitious bullshit? He snorted, half in amusement and half in irritation. “I have watched two leaders die here, Aytigin. Two friends, along with the mother of my first litter and my son. That is not some superstitious bullshit,” he spat in response, his canines reflecting in the morning light. He nodded at Laike, his features softening as he acknowledged the usually quiet Artemieva for coming to his defence. “I did say toyed,” he added, his chartreuse gaze rounding to Aytigin once more. “I understand where you are coming from, and I commend you for your loyalty to this pack. I want to see where everyone’s head is at—how they feel about this unexpected loss. Our numbers are dwindling once more.” Lorcán’s voice broke him away from his thoughts and he nodded once more in agreement, his peridot’s softening as they landed on the tawny healer. “I think training up some guardians is a wonderful idea, but if we are to stay here—if we are to succeed as we have before—we will also need to recruit. We still have five puppies to take care of, after all,” he continued, motioning to little Oksana and Mathéo.
He fell silent as Inna spoke, his pale eyes not wavering from her obsidian figure as she addressed the group, her words dripping with honest passion. They were the wolves that continued to preserver, no matter the threat. He wanted nothing more than to see the pack flourish once more, to make both Maksim and Kisla proud. Even if he had wanted to run in the beginning, he couldn’t. Not when the wolves standing before him were so determined to keep the pack afloat; to watch it succeed. Why are you so willing to give it up so easily to your grief? “I am not willing to,” he countered, his features smooth as he addressed the raven, his hackles relaxing, “before Hearthwood this pack survived a flood and the threat of a neighbouring pack. While leaving has crossed my mind, simply to seek unsoiled ground, it won’t solve anything. I told Kisla that Hearthwood would always be our home—and that we were the first to make our home in the north, and we’d be the last to remain. I intend to keep that promise to her.” Even if the land was home to painful memories, it was also filled with beautiful reminders of the life that thrived beneath the redwoods.
He glanced over at the blue-eyed sparrow as she spoke, his gaze softening as he nodded, slowly, in silent understanding. He knew she wouldn’t want to leave. Kisla had been a good friend to the veteran and now that they had child growing up in the Kingswood, it did not make sense to move. To thrust them into a new home. Because of why? Because he was a coward and unable to face the grief of losing another friend (two friends)? He felt foolish for even suggesting that they leave, but he did not know what his subordinates would want. Not unless he threw the suggestion in their face, like he had.
“I agree, though, some changes are definitely in order,” he added with a final nod in Inna’s direction, his eyes flitting to the group once more. “Does anyone have any other suggestions?”