the awful screaming of the lambs • pack meeting

The black behemoth listened with a bored indifference, too focused on fighting his own turmoil of mistrust to fully register the decree that had been passed down. His eyes fixed the newly announced leaders with a curious gaze. He didn't know them, and had no place to say anything substantial.

He sat quietly listening to the brief talk, the shuffling, twisting of heads, eyes falling on each other in mixed tones of disbelief, distrust, and anticipation. He shifted his weight for a moment, continuing to quietly observe the scene that played out before him.