Phoenix Maplewood Just a rhyme without a reason

Atreus listened to every word Void said, though the point that stood out in his mind was, “The whole pack kind of takes care of itself.” That knocked out some of the cons, he supposed, making the whole prospect a bit more appealing.

His lips pulled into a frown as he considered Void’s point about the old and sick. Wouldn’t that be wasting resources, since they were going to die anyway? Even Atreus could recognize that thought as uncharitable at best and problematic at worst. He didn’t plan to get sick or old, though as a youngster who couldn’t hunt for himself yet, he admittedly relied on his pack for survival.

At some point, the rain had stopped. Atreus tilted his head to peer at the gray sky. The wet foliage looked particularly bright against the dim backdrop. Suddenly he felt compelled to take a proper look around this forest, preferably before nightfall.

The rain stopped. Can we walk and talk? he asked Void, rising onto all fours and shuffling without waiting for an answer. Are there other, um… perks? To being a leader?