The air in the den's council room was heavy and thick, as if some invisible force had sucked the oxygen out of it. The walls and furniture seemed to press in on each other, creating a claustrophobic feeling. The dim lighting added to the overall sense of dreariness.
The smell of wet fur and damp earth filled the air, a musty odor that clung to every surface and hung heavy in the stagnant atmosphere. Mixed in with the natural scents were hints of fear and tension, a result of the serious discussion taking place.
Savannah and Eric stood at the entrance of the council room, their bodies tense as they waited for the Elder to arrive. This was not a place Eric was used to being in.
Savannah's mind remained calm, and Eric could not understand why. He could sense his own anxiety and joined his
