Golden Glade When no one is left

The male's ears remained pinned the his skull as he watched Shalon sharply turn to look Emory head on, his golden eyes watched as the Duchess snarled her words to the woman. Slowly, the brown and silver male lowered his head, eyes remaining on Shalon as she continued to express angrily how she felt about being the one to explain the situation to everyone else. And silently the male agreed, for he himself wouldn't want to tell his pack such shocking news. Who would?

Sylvas let out a sigh, ears still listening to the echo of voices as they sounded in the air. Confusion circled the room as well as anger and sorrow, but this wasn't a time for wolves to start losing their heads. A structure still had to be maintained by those who were still left and Sylvas looked to the Duchess as she explained that Aspen was no longer well enough to tend to her duties and this was understandable to all present. The Queen having had to go through such a thing and in a short amount of time.

Silently straightening himself, Sylvas peered from Shalon to Eden as they spoke about the future and survival of the pack, the male's golden eyes peering around the room silently as he waited for anyone else to speak up. Without a doubt, Sylvas knew that he was willing to do his part to ensure they made it through the growing winter.