Greatwater Lake To that night

sunspire's beta had a lot on his mind lately. whether it be about seabreeze or his children or wraen or the rest of the pack-- he stressed. everything stressed him out-- and though he did a marvelous job at concealing his anxieties, he still felt them. god-- when did he become this wolf? terance could hardly remember a time he wasn't plagued by some sort of stress. before sarah's disappearance, maybe. 

he'd left the mountain to take a walk, maybe clear his mind, when he spotted his sister a distance away... hunting? he assumed that's what she was doing. terance was not a hunter. he could hunt, like every other capable wolf, but he was slow to hip, new tactics and a little clumsy in the long run. as always, wraen outdid him in the grace department, being far more clever when it came to hunting. so he approached slowly, assuming wraen probably picked up on his presence, and positioned himself low beside her, giving his sister a gentle nudge to the shoulder. he'd help her-- if she wanted it, she just needed to tell him what to do.