Firefly Glen I was feeling some feelings you wouldn't believe.

@Meerkat maybe?

Mesa had never lived in a place so overrun with other wolves. The closest he could compare it was to Diaspora, but his memories of the mountain were limited at this point; he knew it wasn't common for so many youngsters to band together (especially so near a possible rival such as Moonspear) and Mesa wasn't sure how to feel about all of it. He had agreed to join in a moment of self-indulgence, figuring it would be easy to outlast the winter surrounded by other wolves. Now, a week or so after settling in the glen, he was still too gun shy to make contact.

He found that patrolling was the easiest job; he could maintain the strength of the markers while avoiding most of the pack and mapping out the most commonly traveled sections, making it easy to avoid various hunting parties or cliques that hung out together. If this were a high school he'd be the kid sulking in the background of every scene, hiding in the smoke pit between classes. Easy enough to keep his head down and mind focused on work rather than socialization at any rate.