Blackfeather Woods [mandatory pack meeting] awaiting a word

The ground was unstable, that much he had figured out days ago. It kept him from going in to the tunnels where he'd usually feel safe. Sobek pined for his prizes from the tarn but did not dare complain aloud for them to anyone lest they think his need was dire; if they went to fetch them in the dark tunnels then they might not come back. Sobek didn't know what was going on or why it was happening, but he didn't want to be the reason for someone to get hurt. So, he moped a little bit.

When a quake rolled through the land he'd squeeze himself against the earth and ride it out, trembling, or seek a sibling for comfort. He was trailing after Maegi in the grove when he caught sight of Jakoul, and as another shudder rolled underfoot he lunged for the safety of her body, crawling beneath her like a duckling to a mother goose. He had gotten a bit bigger since the last time he'd done that, and it was a tight, uncomfortable squeeze (perhaps for both of them).