Blackpine padded restlessly into the forest, but he didn’t feel like hunting. A mass of thoughts were festering in his mind like a raging thunderstorm. He knew that tonight would feel not like a gathering, but a courtroom. Both he and Meadowsong would be tried for what they had done, but he would never regret it. Oh Meadowsong, how he loved and missed her; words could not describe. His pawsteps hardened with resolve, he knew what to do, what choice to make, and what path to take, doubt plagued him no more.