Swiftcurrent Creek death brings life · pack meeting

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Dead.

Lost.

Gone.

And just like that, Lethe was no more. Fox felt wounded, broken, betrayed. Never before had she felt pain like this. It was the harsh reality she had been warned about again and again. She had always ignored it. She had pretended it did not exist. In one fell swoop, her leader was whisked away from this earth and was nothing more than a carcass. Lethe had been one of the few to gain Fox's respect, and now she simply ceased to exist. It boggled Fox's mind, and it tore her heart in two.

Yet... there was opportunity here. She was not so blind as to not see it. With Lethe gone, there was suddenly an open spot for anybody to step in. Anybody... including Fox. At that second, the yearling decided it was time to grow up. It was time to stop playing stupid games and pretending to be on some border patrol committee. The tiny red wolf inhaled and exhaled her last breath as a child and when she drew in her next breath, she let it out in a clear and loud call to her fellow pack-mates.

It was no longer the call of somebody just looking for buddies or hunting pals, but one of a leader. If they disliked her claim, they would have to take it up with her personally. Which was exactly why she had called them to her.