Enver and mother had been living within the pride's boundaries for the passing of three moons now, and in that time life had been remarkably quiet. He had expected that in becoming a guard he would have to face challenges to the pack but so far the disturbances had been minimal. It was even quieter than when they'd been in the roguelands on their own. That was nice, but also boring.

He scratched a paw at the ground as he surveyed the border from the top of a hill. Nothing coming, not even a stray dog who'd scented the pack. Not even a bird. Secretly he wondered how long this silence could continue. It couldn't be forever, certainly. Something had to happen. If not from outside the pride then within. There were a lot of pups running around, he remembered that much, maybe one of them would get lost or stuck in something.