Redhawk Caldera Their pet angel was just in the holy land.

He hadn't been around the territory to really mourn it.  It was just irritating.  The idiot neighbors were idiots, but eh.  Whatever.  At least for now he was just gonna go along with it.  What was the point of complaining?  It wasn't like he had the weight in the pack to be able to offer an opinion and have it be listened to, that he was sure.  Especially after recent events.

Now, he joined the others that had gathered, lurking around the back of the group like the shadow he was, an antler in his maw.  It was maybe that of a yearling or so, not a sizeable thing, but he'd found it a while back and that'd be easy enough to carry along to bemuse himself when they stopped.  Assuming he didn't lose it along the way, which was also entirely possible.