Blackfeather Woods Night of the Living Dead

He laid out, his back legs tucked underneath himself, perpendicular to the rest of his body as his forelegs stretched out before him. He was detached from the rest of them, keeping silent as the others joined. He looked on with approval at the tiny wolves that followed the Silencer — the juxtaposition of her role as a mother and as a trained killer well matching the contradictions of Mephala — recognizing a few of them. The Children of Meldresi sat next to each other, unbeknowest to him, in birth order, from Damien to Potema. He nodded towards them, then turned his attention back to Nemesis. So this was so be a pack meeting to swap stories and tales of their heritage. He opened his mouth to speak, only for Potema to announce something. He smiled at the thought, his vision shifting to her now-noticably rounded belly. Congratulations, tala hen ñuha mandia,