Blackfoot Forest MEET · Once In a Lifetime, The Suffering of Fools

sorry this is bleh. :x

Jinx’s call rose into the chilly morning air, summoning them all to her. Kerberos paused in his patrol of Bon Dye’s borders, muzzle moving automatically in the direction that Jinx had summoned them from. Triangular eyes swiveled to the side as he looked back at the world outside the borders, sea-green eyes taking in the peace and calm of them. After assuring, and accordingly re-assuring him that he could finish his patrols after the meeting (which he did not want to be late to, surely that would not look good as he was Jinx’s second-in-command). Without any further trepidation, Kerberos began a quickened pace to the meeting spot. Some had already gathered, and though he recognized some of them if he were asked to recite their names he would fail horribly, and in reality he did not like that he knew next to nothing about all of them, except for Jinx and Lecter. The sandy colored Aok, fur frosted with dried salt water (a comfort of home so far from the Sea), let his sea green eyes touch each of the wolves assembled so far as he moved past. He glimpsed at the blood stained Shaman, giving Lecter a slight dip of his head out of courtesy. It was hard to deduce where, exactly, he stood with the Shaman -- though at least he was above being threatened and intimidated by the Sos Priest. To Jinx, Kerberos offered her a soft lick under her chin and a sheepishly, apologetic little grin that he hoped conveyed that he was sorry he had not arrived sooner. Wordlessly, Kerberos took a spot beside Jinx, to her right, figuring it was okay, since he was her Beta. It was still something he was getting used too, being leadership, especially considering he had never expected it, and it had never been a particular goal of his. But it was in his blood, his mother had been the Siren Queen, after all, and he had watched Nanuq as Warchief of Shearwater Bay from his quiet shadows.