Sun Mote Copse Perfect Mayhem

The young male listened closely to the Sovereign, ears pricked forward and moving every now and then on top of his head; making sure he caught everything. Every now and then he nodded, trying to grasp the concept of the pack and its history. So cool! The male thought while chuckling inwardly, he was part of a pack that had quite a history here. Many generations of the same family had lived around the Teekon Wilds. And one of the best parts; he was a part of it! At the same time he couldn't help but to feel a pang of jealousy on families, those related by blood. He was, in such a way, an orphan, alone in a strange, wide world. And despite being accepted into a pack, having a 'new' family, it somehow didn't feel the same. Maybe it had to grow on him.

"Thank-you for the pack history." Epic said genuine, loving stories and histories in general even if it had been overshadowed by a moment of jealousy. "Oh, yeah, I'd really appreciate that. "Has Raven seen a lot of medic-sort-of-situations?" Epic wondered while throwing his thoughts out in the open; trying to figure out what Raven was like. In the mean time he also worked on his other skills. "I'm actually also busy with hunting and scouting." He added witha moment of pride. "I tried to catch a beaver -- and got beaver-slapped -- and badgers, fish and the likes."