Silvertip Mountain PACK MEETING - The mountain tall

Copper's ears tucked, when the pack glanced at him. He walked up, and sat down, looking at the ground. Under his rusty coat, he blushed red. He didn't want to talk. Copper was coming down with a horrible case of stage fright. Copper muttered something. His words slurred, and mixed with the quiet, he was inaudible.

But what he said wasn't much more interesting than muttered greetings.
"I'm Copper, and I don't know what I want to do.." Copper said, in a quiet, let's get it over with tone of voice. He wasn't good at anything-not really, but he couldn't name any significant strengths at the time. If he didn't cough anything out, he wasn't going to seem to be useful to the pack.

Copper scooted back over to his spot next to Bindi, and sat, looking at the ground, with a hard expression. He wasn't going to look at any of his packmates. They thought he was weak.