Ramose paced anxiously on the flame ground, impatient to meet the elders of the Snake clan. His mate went missing and he had no idea where she was. If he did not get a clue to her whereabouts today, he would go crazy.
"This is all my fault. I did not take good enough care of her. That's why she disappeared. If anything happens to her, what am I going to do?" His mumbled rumblings drifted to the werewolf pack, who looked at one another in sympathy.
Since their departure from the Eternal Mountains, they have heard the same mutters for the thousandth time. They could neither tell their king to shut up and calm down nor could they plug their ears and ignore him. As such, they were forced to endure and watch the scene of their king relentlessly reprimanding himself.
Sighing, the werewolves glanced at the three-headed snake statues in depression. They would not be able to endure any longer if the serpentines did not appear soon.
