Swiftcurrent Creek pack activity · spring festival

The brute had only wanted to share his joy, and perhaps entice a smile out of a wolf or two, but his own happiness had not been well received by the rest of the pack. He felt since he such a low rank it was his job to try and make things light hearted, he felt it was his job to be a kind of comedic relief. He was wrong... very very wrong. How could his idea of ranks in a pack be so off... was he that rusty?

Upon Fox's words his rolled to his belly and sat up, his facial expression now sullen and somber. Perhaps he should have taken que from the rest of the pack, that this was a melancholy occasion. He clamped his mouth shut, He wished he could understand why, but without being out-rightly told he was not going to be able to understand why the pack was grieving so.

His gaze dropped to the ground and he thought truly now about what his future should hold...