~Enter Styx~

[Sivoncé™]

"Old enemy," she murmured. "Well, they were more than just any enemy, they were led by Verlust....basically the most lethal she-devil of wolvenkind. But we took care of them...now Black Fury is bloodthirsty and all he wants is power. He thinks the more lands he has, the more power he will wield, which is only partially true. If all the packs rise against his desire to rule us, then he's outnumbered. But it's not really so much the numbers or size that matters. What matters is that being ruled by a dictator is not the way of the packs, nor is it the way of the rouges and loners. It's ruffling quite a few pelts...the only ones that join him are either cowards or just as power-hungry as he."

[Kismet//Accalia]

Styx just nodded and looked at the lake. "So... when do I go meet your leader. How long does it usually take to get the lives?"

[Sivoncé™]

"She'll be gone at least until morning," Natalia told him, sitting down and watching the skies. "It's going to be a few hours, maybe. I guess I could take you back to the camp and we could wait for her there," she woofed, debating the idea with herself.

[Kismet//Accalia]

I'd like to see the camp." Styx took one look into the lake, thinking about catching another fish to bring with him. He decided that he would just take the one fish he had since fish didn't really smell that good and he would hate to be carrying two.

[Sivoncé™]

"Hm. All right. Let's head out," she woofed, turning towards the north and the Sheeran territories. She took off at a swift pace, not too brisk but not leaving any room for lagging behind, either. She contrasted greatly with the dark night, not something typically good, but also not something she could control.

(I think I'll just start a thread in Lirenia's den, tell her about it, and you can go confirm your plot wolf as a Sheeran.)

[Kismet//Accalia]

((okey dokey))

Styx followed close behind. He took one last look at the dark lake. He was happy now. Maybe being a pack wolf was better than a loner.