Shadowwyn Moor Outrun the Past

Avery let out a contented sigh as Violante moved towards him. He always loved feeling her fur and weight against his own. Avery sunk to the ground, completely exhausted from his night already. He thought about making his own pack. The thought made him smile grimly. Being honest with himself, Avery could admit that the idea did appeal, slightly.

His own pack might actually give him a chance to rest and stop roaming. Avery had always struggled with dominance battles in the past due to his natural bold personality. He was constantly on the move. His latest pack being just another one in his long history of banishments. Instead, Avery deflected Violante’s suggestion, grumbling at her, “Our own pack? Would you like the moon and stars while we’re at it?”