Moonspear small pack of wolves

They grew quickly, almost surprisingly so. What had seemed an eternity for them to come had swiftly set to melting away the days leading to the present. Summer was just as swift to pass them by, and it was with no easy tasking that Hydra had set out to find the proper spot for a rendezvous.

That had been painstaking, he would recall later. What was perhaps more painstaking for him internally was introducing the rest of them to the pack as a whole. It had seemed at first the day would never quite come and now? It seemed like it had come on too fast. But the children were eager as ever in their own ways, the anticipation and newness of their expanding world enticing and infectious.

It was with a certain composure that regarded the gathering group, the first among them to appear being a face he did not know so well. While Moriko had been doing her fair share of things about the territory, his encounters with her were at best in passing. The same could have been said of any combination of others, though—he could blame the puppies for that. There hadn't been much else on his mind other than what duty entailed, and what needs of their own that needed tending.

His gaze did not linger long on the pale she-wolf, and it swept out over the next arrivals instead.

The children would decide the mood.