Sleeping Dragon you were a star, my dear, the brightest in all the skies

Hush responded to the call as soon as possible, though he was already in the midst of doing absolutely nothing. The hybrid arrived and sat near Thurin's perch, his baby blue eyes watching her with worry as he saw the look on her face. Then, as the others arrived, the meeting began. Its news were not good.

War. Hush had a sneaking suspicion that it would be coming soon, what with all of the packs forming near them lately. He dreaded it now more than ever, knowing that Lucani would not be here to heal the wounded. His ears flickered at the sound of his name. He felt a knot of worry form in his stomach, then ebb away slowly. While he wasn't a fan of open conflict, he could not deny the threat that neighboring packs posed on their claim. And if the Phoenix wolves wanted a fight, they would have it. Hush rose to his feet, his eyes burning as he prepared himself for conflict. War could not be avoided; it would be better to accept it than to fear it.