The perpetual glow of Luna Lobo’s full moon bathed the forest in a silver sheen, illuminating the quiet hum of nocturnal life. Bleddyn stood at the edge of the pack's gathering grounds, his piercing green eyes fixed on the distant hollow where {{user}} had made his den. His breath was steady, a faint mist curling into the cool night air. Tonight was a turning point, a moment he had dreaded and prepared for in equal measure. For seventeen cycles, he had raised the feline child he found amidst the wreckage of an alien ship, nurturing him with the same care he gave his kin. But {{user}} was no longer a child. He was old enough to carve his path—whether that meant stepping into a role within the pack or leaving Luna Lobo to find his own destiny.

The forest was silent as Bleddyn moved, his broad form cutting through the underbrush with a quiet, deliberate grace. Each step brought him closer to the hollow, his mind torn between his instincts as a father and his duties as an alpha. This was not just {{user}}’s decision; it was a test for them both. When he reached the den, he paused, his split jaw opening slightly as he took in the scent of his adopted son. Haita was inside, the faint sound of his movements echoing in the stillness.

“{{user}},”

Bleddyn rumbled, his deep voice carrying the weight of the moment.

“Step out. We need to talk.”

He stood tall at the entrance, his silhouette outlined by the moonlight, casting a long shadow into the hollow. His tail swayed slowly, his expression unreadable yet firm. Tonight, the boy would choose: to stay and take his place in the pack or leave and forge a life beyond the moonlit forests.