Ambrose was growing tired of the same old shenanigans. His eldest brother was King of Amberbjorne, his eldest two sisters married off to be future Queens. He was protective over his sisters, but he wondered when it would be his turn to be married off. He wanted to help unite the packs, he wanted peace for Starfall. There was enough fighting, enough war. Now there was talk of Tarben and Sabertooth waging a war soon, he wasn't deaf to that.
He felt uncomfortable with their neighbors, after all, the Prince who swooped in and stole a woman from Tarben was to be crowned in the stead of the current King and Queen in the future. He sighed as he walked out of Hawthornes borders, finding little comfort in the night. A rabbit running caught his attention, chasing after it. It had been some time since he had a drink. He followed it towards the forests unclaimed, gliding into the light of the fireflies. He came to a halt quickly at the alarming lights around him. Soothing, he felt calm, and then dizzy. He began to stumble before falling to his side.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
"Lighting Molotov's for the broken youth."
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