The Sunspire take a bite of the apple in the face of god

Olive grit her teeth as she waited for the Alpha’s judgement, and her gaze fell to the earth beneath her paws — her averted attention was a submissive move as much as it was a desire to not look upon his face,  so she would not see his disdain and she might have a home for one moment longer. Her subconscious carefully ticked the seconds as they went by… one, two, three, four… giving herself something to focus on as those seconds turned to hours, and then to years, and then to millennia. 

Rannoch asked her a question, one that did nothing to assuage her fears — but when she lifted her eau-de-nil gaze and found his own, Olive found nothing but compassion within his depths. There was nothing of Arturo’s stern judgement to be found within the young leader. Unable to think past her own relief, Olive quickly calculated in her head and said “A month and a half… or perhaps two…” and hoped dearly that would be enough time to for the pack to prepare for two litters; one royal litter, and one a clear drain upon the other.