Dragoncrest Cliffs Toujours

Tousaint had become sullen, distant and quiet in the past few days. Bitterly, he avoided the other children, and his bid for solitude made him quiet company for the adults who checked in on him, only to find him disinterested, abrupt and standoffish. He began to find himself growing lonely and isolated. 

When the call came for the wolves to be drawn together, he did not want to go. Had he not been lurking near the tide pools, he might have avoided the ordeal altogether. He approached, noticing the gathering of wolves on the beach under the great arch, and the pile of oysters on the sand. He looked for Valravn, and wandered to his side, head down and ears folded back. 

Toward Astera, he gave one brief glance- exhaling a soft hiss through bared teeth to warn her to stay as far away from him as possible while he plunked himself down beside Valravn, turning a blind eye to his brother who he hoped would have the common sense to leave him alone.