The Sunspire Or as an indication, change the dedication

FORWARD DATE, FORWARD DATE

and thus far, nothing had gone wrong...

yet.

terance had informed wraen and rannoch of treasons promotion-- with minimal backlash-- and so now it had been some time where treason was technically of a higher rank. his own right-hand, which he desperately appreciated-- especially when he travelled to the sanctuary to visit his children and seabreeze.

but since then, things had changed. wraen was leaving and terance was unsure where to go from here. all he had left was rannoch, since there was no guarantee that maia would stay where there was promise of adventure. and treason, perhaps, but even terance knew that she was here of convenience more than anything. and when she got bored, he could only assume she would leave. 

everyone always left. 

but he was positive enough. there was nothing else to be done about the inevitable. and so he found treason along the borders as he always did-- a constant-- and called out to her in a deep woof. his pace quickened as he moved to catch up with his packmate, giving her shoulder a friendly nudge in greeting. "how are things?" he asked her with a wave of his tail.