Firefly Glen not giving in

It had been an eventful autumn for the trio of brothers with the fortification of the Glen, and all else. Even in the midst of all this ongoing business they had all found themselves wrapped up in, Antares caught on quick when Osiris began to make his hints about what was going on in his head. Even worse when he picked up a clue from his parents that made him size up the situation in a new light.

Ultimately, he decided, it was inevitable and a natural route of things for now. A step that his interests could align with, so long as they understood him, fundamentally--and who better to do so than his brothers, and the wolves that chose to follow them? 

Still, things were new yet even if very little would actually change. Now, he had come to his brother with a vicious appetite, freshly returned from his most recent roaming. No sign of Fennec to report yet; he needed the morale boost of a good meal, so, was in agreement here on all accounts. Of course, was all that needed said for now, the rest of it unsaid. Antares' had been clear with his stance before. Soon--he raised his voice to voice to the others, and thought he sounded a little unfamiliar there for a instant; he was not often one to make such a reaching summons, after all. His rasp said so... but he'd have to get over it, now newly minted as officially beta-ranked here. After howling tapered off, the dark Ostrega sat neatly beside Osiris, hawkish, and waited for the pack who arrived in turn.

Soon wolves were beginning to mingle around him and he was still quiet, not particularly sociable, and very much preferring to just watch and listen--take in it, mostly. He noticed Bronco's arrival most of all, which brought attention to Meerkat by association. Hm. There was the narrowest of glances to his side, checking on Atlas after, but he really only wanted to think to the upcoming hunt instead--too hungry to try to get to the bottom of all of this when he was more interested in who else would come run down some turkey with them.