Moonspear So fetch

She had misunderstood, and he clarified: “We didn’t have to push him to do it. Offered the suggestion, but the decision was entirely his.” It didn’t change the basis of the pride any, of course, and perhaps he would have been mistaken in his correction if Hydra had pushed Osiris into the role. But he could not see his wife doing that very thing; she had seemed every bit on the same page as he had with not pushing him if he didn’t warm to the idea.

If anything, the fact that Osiris had taken to the role did surprise him, but then again his ambition had never been so prolific at a young age. Tempered, perhaps, through life’s experiences to the point where he thought himself better off forming his own pack than trying to mesh with another for any length of time. That had once been the plan, but he had snake charmed his way into his station through his union to Hydra, and the untimely demise of Moonspear’s former leaders.

He cleared his throat then, pressing on towards other topics.

“You haven’t seen Mira, have you?” He wasn’t sure if she was acquainted with his daughter, but this was certainly one way of finding out. While he imagined word had spread of her disappearance, he didn’t expect every single wolf along their mountainside to possess the common knowledge either. Not while they were coming and going from the Glen, dividing time and resources. It was the worst possible time she could have gone missing, at that.