Moonspear small pack of wolves

The time has finally come for them to move on to their next step, as their parents moved to usher them all up and out, then onward. For his particular growing mind and body, the voyage here had been exactly relevant to his interests. He fell into an easy stride, nose down and eyes sharp--hungry, as all the newness burned him up. Every second seemed to fly, he had so much to take in.

By the time they arrived at their destination, and various faces of the pack assembled, a pensiveness had begun to set in on Antares. For now, he hung back, settled in at a spot near his father. He was keen to find out more, however, but felt torn with so many wolves here already. That had him feeling.. pointy, so he was going to have to start with doing it from here. But, as he realized eventually, many of them were vaguely familiar sights and scents already--some more than others but really, if they were here, before the watchful eyes of his parents and aunts.. then he shouldn't concern himself.

He decided he had watched his siblings and their mixed reactions to this change long enough. Quietly he slid forward away from his roost to swing wide around Moriko and Osiris, side-eyeing them both as he went. He investigated from there, flitting between an interest in the wolves, and what the land offered them here.