ARIA
The next morning, silence falls upon Uncle Barty and me.
It's a tense and sullen kind of silence. In the car last night, he didn't tell me anything about the match, but I'm not holding it against him. I understand that our loss really cost our pack a lot, and as the coach, I think he feels partly responsible for it, even though he shouldn't.
If Ryder hadn't broken his stick, the Moonveils would never have scored.
I wish I knew how to cheer him up but I'm not in the mood for it either. I'm still thinking about the whole chaotic incident that occurred before the match and I can't help but wonder if it influenced the results of the match in some way.
The team captain and one of the players had fought before such a challenging game. Surely there have to be consequences to such a
