Blackfeather Woods to hear the softly spoken magic spell

He had never belonged to a body of creatures before or had the task of defending an entire territory. His mind was mapped and paved with the singular assignment of tending to one and the idea that he now had to help care for not only himself an another but an entire pack was, well, overwhelming. He thought himself equip to do such but that didn't mean the sudden change was going to be easy by any means. Besides, he had never belonged to a group with a structure such as this and was ultimately lost in where he fell in terms of all the figures gathered in the woods.

Because of all that said above, Sanguinus had remained largely oblivious to the intrusion that had unfolded not that long ago. He was aware something had gone down but what exactly, along with the history between the two packs, was lost to him. Still, he answered the summon dutifully when called and let himself slip among the backdrop of those who had gathered. He was for the most part undisturbed by the bickering fowl or the eerie laughter that might have unsettled others. After all, he'd seen crazier in his lifetime.