Sun Mote Copse Hidalgo

It was a grim occasion that drew them together this evening; in a way, Colt's death had been completely unexpected, when one considered the abruptness of Kiwi's attack. But he had never fully healed in the wake of the assault, and it had eventually taken its toll on him. Elwood was mourning the loss of his brother-in-law, but also knew that there were pressing matters that needed to be discussed -- such as the future of the pack. They had now lost two leaders in the span of three months, and the adults were officially outnumbered by the children.

Not only that, but this was Finley's brother that just died, and he knew that she would take it hard. Once the kids were soundly asleep, Elwood moved to meet Niamh, his heart and his feet heavy. He thought of Wraen, and what she had confided in him regarding Kiwi; what she had done had no bearing on Colt's demise, because Kiwi had acted independently. Whether or not Wraen had chosen to help her, she had still carried out her kamikaze mission. Still, it was on his mind.

He approached Niamh under the moonlight, moving close enough to press his crown against her shoulder for a long moment. He couldn't imagine the pain that she felt. He then stepped back to wait for the others, his expression drawn and somber.