Silvertip Mountain Cumbersome times

Bindi, the dark princess who had been on his mind came into view. He thought desperately about finding a different route but thought better of it. He'd just tell Raissa it was pack business. And maybe make this pack business so that he wasn't lying to her. He sighed as he cast an eye over the shadow goddess as she approached.

Her ear, the only really visible sign of the terrible trauma that had occurred. It was ragged and torn, it was unlikely to ever heal but it did nothing to detract from him the feelings. He felt guilty - enough as if he had been the one to cause it. And maybe he had. He should have talk to Raissa after he had spoken to Bindi. She neared closer and FitzDutiful smiled before she asked him a question.

"Tired, Currently looking for food." he replied, he realised he should lead the pack in a hunt soon. The pups would need the nourishment from Raissa. "Only a few weeks to go." he said, almost amicably. He looked tired, he looked as though the weight of the world was upon his shoulders. He wanted the play over with.