Smokeflight, named so after his skill of disappearing like smoke, turned towards his son.
I feel, my son, that I am nearing my end. I have spoken to the pack; you are to succeed me. I am proud of you. I leave you with many capable advisors.
Honeycomb lowered his head. Father, thank you. I am honored to carry on your legacy. I will tell your grandchildren many stories about their grandfather.
Only the good ones I hope. he chuckled, turning back to the dens. Come, lets celebrate
