your magic, white rabbit · Pack Activity

Although he couldn't quite tell for sure, Atreyu was almost certain that something was going down tonight. The air felt abuzz with the promise of excitement and he had seen glimpses of the Jarl wandering back and forth in amongst the trees of the forest, carrying what seemed to be an assortment of bones and other trinkets. Curious, Atreyu had watched from afar for about half an hour, remaining hidden lest he was intruding on something private. At around midday, however, he had lost interest, assuming the scarred male was doing a bit of spring cleaning or something. The rest of the day the juvenile had spent on the beach, collecting a small assortment of shells, shiny rocks and seagull eggs (having stolen them after terrorising and chasing off the poor gull).

It was late afternoon that a sudden howl echoed through the air and Atreyu looked up from his small collection towards the source. An invitation? So there was something happening! With an excited wave of his tail, the boy dashed forward, only to then quickly spin around and delicately scoop up two seagull eggs. He assumed this was some sort of pack meet and, not wanting to be disrespectful, it was only proper to bring along some sort of food - even if it was only two eggs.

The area where Ragnar had decided to hold the gathering was not too far off. Pale eyes glancing over the area, Atreyu was delighted to find he was one of the first to arrive, noting the Jarl's small wife hiding in the shadows, a smaller pup sitting at her feet. He strode into the clearing with an awkward grin, unable to show much expression with the small eggs he was holding in his mouth. It had taken all of his willpower not to simply eat them on his way there. Slowing a little, the youth glanced over the strange, almost ritual-like arrangement of oddities, confused but interested. He had been a part of a proper pack before, having been born into a tribe that was forever on the move...is this how proper pack meetings were done? Depositing his measly excuse for a meal next to the rabbits and squirrel, Atreyu then quickly slunk over to Ragnar and licked the bottom of his chin in submission before standing aside (though still near the centre, not wanting to miss out on anything during this curious event).