Random Event: The Lore experiences an unseasonal bout of warm weather.
When he had brought the news home to @Raela of Emrys and Jynx's mateship, the two had ended up launching into a lengthy discussion. They covered the details of their friends relationship, what it meant on a personal level as well as for the pack as a whole, and what it could mean in the future. They also talked of their own future, coming ultimately to the decision that with Raela's illness it would be too risky for them to try for a second litter. Gent couldn't confide in her about how it broke his heart to accept that, nor how scared he really was about her prolonged decline in health.
After all, it hadn't been so different when they'd suddenly lost Minka.
He replayed it all in his head as he moved through the melting forest, unusually warm sunlight beating down upon his blue-black back as he ventured toward the private den that he now knew Emrys and Jynx shared. Hopefully, he would have some semblance of luck and the two would already be present within. A part of him was deeply unsettled by what he would have to do, on what he would have to allow and what he would have to give up. Ultimately, though, he knew that this was what was best for the pack, and he would rather swallow his pride and hopes for one year than let the Notch fall apart because he could not admit otherwise.
Reaching the shelter, his twitching nose told him that the morning did indeed favor him; both his current co-leader and his beta dwelled within.
"Emrys, Jynx. I'd like to speak with you."