Bramblepoint No one knows

As Liri began talking, Adrastos moved from laying to sitting. He was starting to get a bit stiff in that position and the barometric pressure of the storm still hung in the air. He listened intently to her words, nodding. Two packs coming together. He had seen it before, especially when family ties were involved. "I have seen such before. Do you like life there so far?" A month wasn't very long of a timeframe, especially if she had yet to get to know most of the pack.

Adrastos wondered if he'd ever be able to assimilate to "normal" pack life. He had been alone for so long, then part of his war like home mega-pack. They definately did not behave like the majority of other packs. What would his poisition even be? How could he best contribute to the community? He was a warrior, a soldier, perhaps a bit of a tactition. He had seen quite a bit in his seven years, so he could make a good advisor as well. Adrastos shook himself as his thoughts turned inward, bringing him back to the present. His stomach rumbled, also reminding him of it's emptiness. When had he last had a decent meal?