Sloane had lost his vampirism. He was now a Tribrid, a Colupus-Morpha-Elemental mix. Some part of him welcomed this; he wouldn’t be in danger of randomly killing for bloodlust anymore. And he could still defend himself. He could defend the pack. He had been practicing with his elementalism, and he could now send strong gusts of air up to break branches off trees; he had no doubt he could get stronger if he kept practicing.
As he walked to the meeting, Sloane caught a scent of . . . pup? He continued on walking, but followed the smell. And sure enough, he found a little Aves boy who also appeared to be a kitsune. He picked the sleeping child up gently by the scruff. It continued to sleep. It was ribby and thin, with ten tails total. That was powerful. He carried the child to the meeting, setting him down gently in front of Cato. “King Cato . . . I found this pup. He’s close to death, I think. I was wondering if . . . he could stay with the pack. He doesn’t seem to have any family.” He held his breath.

“I bet it’s so nice up in heaven since you’ve arrived . . .”