King Elk Forest He is not one of us.

Ravinger hated pack politics; he really did.  Despite having no idea why he was being summoned, he knew that he was required to be there.  That alone was enough to make him sigh.  Rising sluggishly to his paws, he started for Kings Crossing at his leisure.  He was neither in a rush nor was he purposefully being slow.  Regardless, he just so happened to be one of the first to arrive, save for the wolves who protected one of the Kings.  One of his ears twitched as he glanced up to his cousin and bobbed his head.  Surely by now, she knew how much he loathed meetings like this.  Hopefully, his being here was enough to satisfy her.  He took his seat without any ceremony, ready for whatever it was to be over so that he could return to his usual whimsy.