Swiftcurrent Creek death brings life · pack meeting

Death was something that Ira was beginning to become accustomed to. He had known it with the slaughter of the wolves of Red Keep, had watched the light fade from Tark's eyes as it claimed the insufferable Elder's life force. Though Ira had not mourned any of the precious deaths in truth, he had felt perhaps twinges of something considerable to humane. At the knowledge of Lethe's death he felt nothing. He did not know her enough to feel anything, and frankly she had been a bitch to Jinx and himself. "Good riddance," The princeling hissed coldly, and unfeelingly began towards the origins of Fox's howl. It did not take Ira long to reache the gathering and when he did he assumed him place beside Jinx, iced milky blue eyes looking at Fox, assessing the stance she used. So she was taking the leader position? He glimpsed to Jinx once, frowning slightly -- though Ira was ok with Fox even if he thought she was a little weird for the whole duck thing. He let the frown disappear as he then took in the forms of the wolves he did not know, each flicker of his eyes a silent and undetected judgement. After he was finished he looked back towards Fox, waiting with the same patience he implored while stalking in the shadows.