Dragoncrest Cliffs jus drein jus daun

He had been silent for too long. Well inactive. He had not been an active member in his pack in moons, and it had disgusted him. He was lazy, really. 

It was not a surprise to him that he recognized very few of the faces that had gathered there at Heda's call. He knew the faces of Heda and Wildfire's children, though they were far bigger now. He knew Dio, Portia, and of course Heda herself, but no one else. He frowned when he arrived, looking about and feeling solitary.

He knew why they had gathered, had heard enough about Wildfire's absence and her capture in the dreaded Blackfeather Woods to now join in the fight. He stood there, his confused frown becoming stoicism, thinking of the long journey ahead.