Blacktail Deer Plateau found my way downtown

No one could say why the voice booming through the territory roused Burr from his resting spot in the rendezvous. Hunting hardly interested him, but even so, his broad ears swept up to catch the sound and with a grunt he rose to attend. With his injured ankle held aloft, the young wolf progressed at a ponderous pace, arriving at the designated point dead last or very near to it.

Although he expected not to recognize any of the faces present, Burr was pleasantly surprised to see that there were only a few he wasn't at least familiar with. Dawn and her mate were in attendance, as were Pema and Easy. Two unfamiliar wolves with the same ruddy brown coats as the majority of the pack were also present, as well as one with a dirty off-white pelt. The youth surveyed the gathered quietly from afar for a moment, marveling that he knew more of them than he did of his own home pack's wolves without counting his family, then limped toward the darkly painted Easy, whom he felt most comfortable with.

He knew he wouldn't be participating, but he flared his ears forward attentively even as he seated himself to merely watch. He hadn't ever been invited to a pack hunt in Easthollow; if he hoped to be a functional pack wolf someday in the future, he needed to know how to hunt with his pack mates. Even if he wouldn't be running with them now, the boy understood the value of listening as though he was.