Overture Downs golyat

the night seemed thicker than usual - darker and heavier than it had been since the sporadic, temperate storms of summer - and a usurper-in-the-making fumed visibly as he cantered in stiff strides across the unkempt lawn that was overture downs; his trajectory aiming to return him towards the glade. the irritable stigmata had just come from realizing that the pack in the mountains had moved; it bolstered his reasons to relocate, but it steered his timeline to a date sooner than he was prepared to accept.

he could not take lead of bearclaw, if he had none with which to support his claim over the current family dominion. and he detested needing to rush, but now that his pack was in an even more crowded situation than before... well, if the warhound thought the walls had been closing in on him before, then now they were simply collapsing. it left him with only one move remaining: to escape the rubble and try to take with him whatever or whoever he had the strength to save.

@Enx