@Triell: Was vague about the hunt and the actual injury, but am happy to change anything if needed!
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Warm, sunny afternoon
Serach wasn’t even quite sure just what had happened. It had all dimmed in his mind and made him question if it had even been real. He recalled the adrenaline rush he had felt as he and his pack mates had chased after their prey, and the thirst for blood that needed to be quenched. But that was all he could remember, besides the fact that when it was all over, things were different.
It had been a few days since then, and although Serach knew he should have said something sooner, he had needed the time to process internally what had happened. Triell had been injured, severely enough that the pack’s patriarch had made the decision to cede leadership to his nephew. It should have occurred to Serach after Drestig left that he had become Triell’s right-hand in more ways than one, but the gravity of the situation had not really hit him until he found himself at the helm of a rapidly growing pack.
With the weight of responsibility on his shoulders, the new leader rose from his resting place and strode with a silent determination towards the pack den. The sun was shining overhead and the birds were chirping all around him, and he tried to take some pleasure in these simple things. Despite himself, a smile was toying about his lips and he took a deep breath as he settled himself in front of the den on the small hill. The place smelled strongly of Spieden and he chuffed in the direction of the entrance, letting her know he was here if she was inside with her children. How far he had come, he mused as he tilted his head back in front of the place where his own mother had given birth to him and his brother so many years ago.
Calling for the wolves of the Bend, he announced his intentions - he had news to share and it was time for the pack to bond with their newest members. Lowering his head, he quieted and waited, yellow eyes peering at the trees for any sign of his family.