Blacktail Deer Plateau The show must go on [pack meeting]

A howl went up in the air which drew out Val from his hiding place. It wa not a voice he recognized, but the sound was close. Although the child had never attended a pack rally an indescribable temptation pulled him forward. The bony pup set off at a slow meander, his hunched figure watching the surrounding scrim with a wary and distrustful eye.

The whelp approached the gathering cautiously and obviously skittish. He recognized Junior's bi-colored eyes but made sure to keep far away from the screaming banshee. There were others at her side, notably the white colored girl he had encountered. Juxtaposed, Junior appeared her shadow.

A large and impressive male stood a the forefront, silver and strong bodied like his father but lacking the characteristic facial structure marked of Russian descent. At his side stood a wolf he knew with verdant eyes; Blue Willow the healer. The other two were anomalies, though one appeared in a much better mood than his blued, apathetic counterpart.

Val's small body took up an empty space in the circle and waited.