[Colm's POV]
Well, this meeting didn't go exactly as planned. I mused to myself.
The grim atmosphere enveloped our carriage like the dark clouds hovering over the horizon as we went home. The sizzling rain didn't bring any comfort. Instead, it intensified the gloomy mood.
"What do you think we should do?" I asked Lyander. He was awfully quiet.
. . . Well, he was quiet before, but now, not even his breath was audible. He was probably thinking the best course of action at this point.
He should really be the Alpha since most of the brilliant ideas that enhance the pack's leaving came from him. Like proposing rainwater harvesting and reservoir in time for summer. Rotations of crops and livestock to revitalize the soil, enhancing the overall production of food. Even as far as formulating battle tactics and formations.
Something that Reynar stole credits for since all proposals must go through him and have his seal.
