Choice
The sky was nice and bright once again, thankfully. The fleet had enjoyed the beauty that the entire planet had to offer for a few cycles, but knew they couldn’t stay for long. Once they finalized everything with the wolves, they had to leave and resume their galactic duties.
But for now, every single one of them simply enjoyed the sun and enjoyed each other's company.
Their numbers had practically doubled since the first time they sat on these grasses, especially thanks to the wolves. Which meant they were close to needing to expand the fleet itself.
Most murmured among themselves in small groups, anticipating some kind of vote - determining the next ship being the likeliest reason.
And in front of the nearly five hundred members of the Corvus Republic were the First Feathers, most of whom were leaning up on the Rock itself.