Gilligan continued to struggle to make pack life work, and life worked around him, as it was prone to do. That one yearling couldn’t seem to find his place was of no importance to anyone else, save perhaps his father – even life at Silent Moon Plateau continued to churn onwards without regard for the life of one red Aquila. In the time since he and @Datura had joined the pack, there had been three leaders. The first, killed accidentally during a rank dispute. The second, disappeared without a word to the rest of a pack, in what seemed like only a few days after she’d won her position as alpha. Now, the female lead was Vitani – a wolf he didn’t know, and one he wasn’t sure he wanted to meet.
The white creature seemed intense, if nothing else.
Of course, the same could be said for Phineas, which was perhaps the reason he generally sought to avoid the Argyris patriarch after the discovery of one of the Fallen Tree Cove pups near their borders. That another ghostly baghest would slip into his place did not give the young Aquila any comfort.
With a heavy sigh, he dropped the meager squirrel into the pack’s cache, staring for several moments before pushing the dirt over the animal’s cooling body. Maybe, he thought, they tricked us. Tricked Dad! Maybe they were really ghosts, possessing bodies and trapping living wolves! It was something out of a tale the older pups would tell him back at White Goat, but they were all white, and they were all creepy too.
“I’ve gotta tell Dad!”