Ankyra Sound ALL YOU HAVE IS YOUR FIRE [mandatory meeting]

Kevlyn's training continued daily, and the boy soaked much of the knowledge up like a sponge. Having recently hit his two month mark, he had officially spent almost half his life in Ankyra Sound. It wasn't unusual, then, that the Ostrega was slipping more easily into Greek and using it more frequently. Spyridon's lessons helped immensely. Surely without him, the gunmetal boy would have been hopelessly lost, forever out of touch with his pack mates. He was integrating and, unsurprisingly, hadn't thought of his real family in almost a week.

When Caiaphas' voice rung out over the lands, Kevlyn knew better than to disobey. In fact, he was learning that disobeying any woman's call was not only unwise, but forbidden. The consorts made certain he knew his place in the pack and, young though he may be, Kevlyn was learning quickly. He sped from the den he was kept in to the meeting place as quickly as his legs could take him—he was no longer clumsy, but was still a small pup yet to hit his growth spurt, so it took some time—and arrived silently.

Seating himself away from the females, Kevlyn respectfully tilted his snout toward the ground and tipped his ears forward. He cast Larus a sidelong glance, but having spent little time with the older male, Kevlyn didn't bother trying to get in touch any more than that. He was oddly obedient for his age, anyway, and seemed to sense that Caiaphas wouldn't tolerate mischief among the boys even if he'd wanted to cause it.