Swiftcurrent Creek pack activity · spring festival

When Fox finally addressed the gathered souls, he was irritated and simultaneously proud of her for attempting to boost pack morale. This seemed a little too soon, but at least the young Alpha was trying. He found himself growing considerably more fond of her, but would be loathe to express as such given the current topic. Asking Haunter to say what he was looking forward to was like asking him to break a tooth on a stone.

He licked his jaws and watched as Ferdie jumped on the proverbial bandwagon, displaying a massive amount of tomfoolery by rolling around like a smug pup. Yellow eyes rolled away in disdain, but when he looked back, his gaze met the Alpha's briefly—he had to look away for some reason. He had intended on remaining silent for the duration of this morale-boosting "exercise" but Fox's glare encouraged him to do otherwise.

"I'm most looking forward to next winter," he said lankly, glancing back and forth without an ounce of apology in his expression. "The sun and I don't get along." He added as a clarifying afterthought. If Haunter was going to participate, he was going to be his usual dark, moody self. "More food will be nice, however," he further mumbled in an attempt to actually follow the meaning of this meeting.