Broken Boulder daydream believer

some days its easier, some harder: today the spectre of the dead girl hangs over him hard, making him feel weak and miserable. why be so affected by the death of someone he hadn't even known? who -- as far as he can tell -- wasn't even firmly established within bracken. death is sad, sure, but god knows he's seen things worse and more personal.

but he still cannot make his limbs stir quick enough when lily's call rings out for them. delight comes late, trailing behind alarian, trying to ease the guilty hunch of his shoulder before he attracts too much attention. apologetically he nods to the girl who summoned them before sneaking his way to queenie's side, grateful suddenly for her rock-solid presence in the midst of all this upheaval. once he finds his spot he takes a moment to cast his gaze around the gathering, distracting himself from his thoughts with memorizing the faces of each of his new packmates -- he hasn't done very well with intergrating yet, does not know most of them, and if nothing else this is an opportunity to learn, he hopes.