Hushed Willows against this coming end you should prepare

He'd decided almost immediately that he was not fond of these wolves and their passive nature. To be around and among others so lax unsettles him, the young Gona groomed from birth to face his life's purpose of war. Elysium is not strong, he recognised, and it sparked an idea that he nurtured quietly.

Dacio maintained a distance from them, confiding only in @Opalia of his very obvious concern. Elysium's adult members were few, he had noticed, but the ranks (or lack thereof) swelled with juveniles. Youngsters brimming with curiosity, of a tender age that it was not too late to teach them the ways of warriors. How had a pack so soft survived this length of time, without outsiders using their kindness to their advantage?

The sterling yearling had been seeking his littermate when the ground shook beneath him, a low rumble that brought him to a halt. He bristled, peering down at the earth as its grasses shook, and responded with a growl of his own.

Tremors continued, and Dacio resumed his search for Opalia at a quickened stride until a voice rose, summoning Elysium's wolves to the territory's core. Despite the distaste he had for their strange way of life, he veered toward the sound purely because he felt it would be the best place to locate his sister.

First to arrive, Dacio regarded the silver leader coolly and silently, unsure if the trembling earth was her doing.