The Driftwood King was craving children, the want to have sired Princes and Princesses with Marella. Their pack was still small, but he knew well enough that packs grew with families. Hawthorn to the East was mainly made up of family of the Queen herself, as was Tarbens, Sabertooth, Nightingale. It made his want to be a father run even deeper, expanding the lifestyle of the island folk. Uninvolved in the politics of the other lands.
The King was doing laps on the mainland, from the cold waters of the north, to the warmth of the south. He settled on a patch of land as the sun set, his tail disappearing into the water as he moved inland. Truly, he never saw much of the mainland. But something caught his attention, beautiful lights of the fireflies. It was unusual for them to be around this late into winter, and their glow was different. As they danced, he became engulfed in the feeling of warmth. A beautiful scene all around him, before he fell to the ground.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
"We can still survive . . ."
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