[POV: Solenne]
Solenne and Thalos were engaging in an active conversation about the laws of the Crimson Moon Pack and details about their territory. Ruvan was sitting by Solenne's side, but he was spacing out. She could feel that he was having a harder time controlling his godfire lately, which made him extra needy.
"Ruvan," Thalos called his name a few times before the Alpha finally snapped out of his trance.
Ruvan narrowed his eyes. "What?"
"As the Alpha, what do you think the pack will stand for?" the Beta asked. He and Solenne had been discussing it, but in the end, Ruvan's input was equally if not more important than theirs.
"Sovereignty," was Ruvan's first thought, predictably. Then, he added, "Strength... and…"
Ruvan trailed off, his eyes becoming unfocused and confused. Solenne gently squeezed his hand to bring him back to earth, and he took a deep breath to ground himself.
"Loyalty," he said. "But no blind obedience to the old ways."
