Swiftcurrent Creek death brings life · pack meeting

short and late >__>

All that Ira seemed tasked with was sitting dutifully beside Jinx and being quiet. A feat that was surprisingly simple in that it allowed him to assess and judge everyone that he did not know. That left a lot of wolves up to the insolent child's scrutiny. Two of them were painted on blood and one of them, if not both of them had a foul odor about them. In accordance, Ira's nose scrunched up in evident disgust, dismissing the two ivory, blood stained wolves -- though unbeknownst to him they were his guardian's closest creatures. Fox did not address him and for now the lack of attention rolled off of Ira's shoulders. In this, he was allowed to continue with his own lessons though in due time he was sure he, too, would be asked to offer his skills to the greater good of the pack. In due time. For now, however, he remained silent and seated not having anything to offer them.