Blackfeather Woods Night of the Living Dead

Excitement rippled all through Keelut's body as he sprung behind his mother. She'd told them that this night would be special, one of offerings and stories, and when his siblings and him would finally meet the rest of the pack. Keelut had only ever seen a couple of them before, and never truly interacted officially either, but the kid was often submerged in his own world and not even his siblings got to spend a lot of time with him.

Tonight that would change. A smile was ever present across the cub's face as he scuttled behind his littermates. Astrid had taken the best spot right next to mom, but Keelut was content to make himself some space right on top of Abraxas. He liked Abraxas, he was cool! And the gift he'd brought was even cooler! He should have brought something himself, but Keelut was often forgetful. Anyway, Abraxas' ear was cool as well, and it got all of the pale boy's attention as he chewed it thoroughly instead of paying attention to the very thing he'd been excited about for the past several hours.