Swiftcurrent Creek pack activity · spring festival

From a fair distance Ferdie Von Pelt heard the call from his Alpha's lips. It distracted him, because for the first time; he had decided to make a den to sleep in, never having needed one when he was on the move constantly, he had been fully engaged in the task.
The howl sparked in him the need to immediately stop and tilt his muzzle skyward accompanying her call, attempting to match it, but this was the first call he had heard her make and so his song though clear and nice, did not harmonize hers in it’s complexity. When her song ended he turned on his heel and took aim toward her direction, his partially completed den totally forgotten.

He saw the others approaching, and his fondness for his pack mates grew, this pack was the first to ever put him in his place and expect him to hold true to his rank. He could not throw his tail over his back and be accepted, no one was going to hand over their rank. This was a completely new concept to him, he had always been handed his rank because he had held himself to it. Though Ferdie was an adult in body and mind, he was a pup in his social etiquette. Growing pains where bound to happen when a lone wolf entered into a pack

Careful of himself he dropped his tail and his posture to that of a Kappa, These other wolves would be higher status then him, and he was glad to show them the respect they commanded. He drew close to Fox, but not to close, that was not his place, though he wanted nothing more then to be closer to her. His eye’s shone as he looked toward her, taking in every detail, his own personal joy was monumental, he would have joy to spare. But then his entrance to the pack had been very shortly after the feline cur’ had been dispatched