Daybreak sat down, and placed the sleeping Kirroku on his tail. He waited for Chessru.
As the blue eyed wolf emerged from the bushes, Daybreak guestered him to sit.
"You have something of mine" Chessru murmed, slolwy sitting on the grass by the Moonriver.
Daybreak nodded.
"I will give once you listen"
Chessru gave a reluctant nodd.
Daybreak gave a weak smile.
"Dusk Isle is crumbling under your own touch. The empire of the six is falling. As much as the lies spun about killing one of us every so many years, the land needs death. It is my nature. But the six are dying. They are no longer returning. Neon is corrupt. I am the only one who hasn't visited the realm of ghosts - but I know they are not meant to be here. Dusk Isle is falling Chessru" He stopped for a breath, "The three calns must rise. All Three. If Starcliff does not become a clan again, all will be lost. Moonriver needs to sort out whos a hunter, who's a guard. So does Sunwood. But Starcliff. Starcliff cannot be lost. I tell you these things. Even I do not want to lose this world" Daybreak finished. His eyes were wide and serious.
"Kiiroku" he added, nudging the youngster on his tail, "He was near death. He needs rest"
Chessru nodded, still trying to take asll the info in. He took his son by the scruff and turned to walk away.
"Even I care" Daybreak said finally, but Chessru was gone.
