the awful screaming of the lambs • pack meeting

so I'm still testing out Mayhems personality, might be a bit jumpy and al, over the place in his posts, sorry in advance

The lumbering youth had been busy meandering his way around the unique pack lands when the Summons rang out. A chill travelled down his spine at the call followed by the inevitable flash of anger at being called. The black behemoth was still trying to adapt to the life outside of his youth in which not every call ended with savagery.

He had not bothered to acquaint himself with anyone else in his adopted "family" yet, choosing to simply watch and learn. Mistrust was his very nature and it did nothing to hold the bursts of hatred in check. He made his way to the call, his yellow eyes befalling each who had arrived first, keeping his distance, yet close enough to hear all, a low grumble escaped as he sat on his haunches. Eyeing of each wolf except the self confessed madman that was his leader, his size lending him the ability to forego fear and inwardly challenge all who looked at him.

They called, he came, that was all that mattered so far. His vulnerability, and self concern at being amongst the group held in check as he waited in the attack that would never arrive.