Swiftcurrent Creek a smooth sea never made a skillful sailor

He would have taken the time to remind her upon her first statement that The Sunspire had been a rival to them before her time even spent here – that the wolves who had balked at the idea had not dealt with the political matters of the pack, and how nice it must have been to remain so optimistic on their outcome.

But it was a moot point, and it would seem the honeyed she-wolf was beginning to realize through other matters of the forces that were slowly threatening to swallow them whole. Releasing a sigh, the cinnamon wolf allowed his muzzle to drift upwards as he studied the night sky – sleep no longer pulled at him, but neither was he refreshed. Instead, the stress pulled at him like a heavy weight, and he felt his muscles tense.

“To an extent, it is,” he agreed. “But whether they choose to follow or not is what could be the true problem.” How much would it weaken them if instead of standing united and moving together, the pack instead split?