Stone Circle What can break me has a name

It was a moment before Moss found the ability to speak again, the shock rattling his brain and causing all coherent thoughts to slide off.

They're children! they stammered finally, speaking out above all the fighting — the huni fighting.  It's their birthright to lead, but there's no need for them to claim it so soon! His eyes sought out Tauris, the nornir who had welcomed him into the pack, the one he had placed his trust in, now shattered.

There are many adults here capable of leading. We have no right to ask them to sacrifice their youth, he declared, his tone unwavering, one ear pinned back. And beyond that, what would the other packs think of us, relying on our youngest to do the work of those twice their age? There was no hiding the disgust laced in his voice, despite his best efforts to remain composed.

Shameful.