After much discussion between @Kisla and Maksim, they've come to the agreement that CRR is no longer a safe place to raise a family; it is time to go.
PPing just a bit with this opener, Rach. I figured it was something that they would summon the pack for together. Let me know if you want that changed!
Kisla to post first, please!
"What do we do now?"
"Cedarwood forest is no longer safe for us. With battle threatening us from all sides, it would be foolish to remain here. We have to leave."
Hell-fire rain down upon the Lyall's, for their return to the Lore had brought the Baranski clan nought but woe and trouble. Willow Ridge would become aggressors if the pack remained here any longer, and Grizzly Hollow themselves would prove to be competition for prey and resources. Perhaps it was scorn that left Maksim praying that war broke out when both he and his family were far away from these tension riddled lands.
The River lord was not forced from this territory. No, he had made the choice to put the safety of his family above all else. A battle for honour was secondary to their health. But he would leave this forest with his heart heavy. His first children had been born here, and forever would that remain on his mind. He could not protect the first home they had ever had--the one that he had hoped they would only ever know. His vibrant gaze drifted to his mate, stood by his side through thick and thin. Thank the stars he had found her, and that she had found him. "I fear how they will take the news," he uttered, leaning into her side and brushing his nose through the fur of her neck, inhaling her rich scent. "But we have put this off for too long. For that, love, I am sorry."
For a moment, Maksim simply soaked in Kisla's very being, gaining strength from her presence. Pulling away from her for a moment, studying her expression before placing a tender kiss to her crown, the father of three--soon to be more--slowly took a deep breath. He tilted his head back, parted his charcoal lips and released a howl for their family, both those of blood and those not, to gather them. His chorus rang out several times, a haunting cry that echoed among the cedars.
It is time to discuss our fate.