Blackfeather Woods Night of the Living Dead

Dakarai remained silent for a while as more members pooled in. He had gained familiarity with their scents, but he still didn't know most of their names. "If i may ask, what were we called here for?" He inquired, Deep voice breaing the silence as his blue gaze sweeped across the wolves to land on the female who's voice had summoned them all to this place. He settled down on his belly, tail curled around his haunches as he got comfortable though naturally he kept himself ready to defend himself if needed. Just because he was on the ground didn't mean he wouldn't retaliate an attack. He didn't mean for his words to come across as impatient, though it was certain they did. Patience was not Dakarai's strong suit, but he tried.