Dragoncrest Cliffs you'll find me instead of the sun

This was all more than Ephraim could take. He remembered, vaguely, being introduced to the world like this back home on the sound, but there had been fewer wolves there. His siblings hadn't made it out of the grotto that day, so it had just been him, Caiaphas, the resident gargoyle and someone else he couldn't even dredge up a memory of. He'd been too focused on the grouchy-looking grey wolf at the time to take note of Nyx at all.

This was nothing like that. There were many wolves in attendance, with more arriving by the second. The other four pups, younger than he but not by a noticeable amount, had a great deal more energy than he could recall his siblings exhibiting, except Raleska, who had always been unstoppable that way. Even the laziest of them seemed at least more engaged than his brothers tended to be, and the other two had enough energy for ten pups. The white-chested lad was headed his way with an inviting gesture, but all Ephraim could do was shyly shrink back against Étoille's legs, ignoring the nudge against his ribs.

All boldness had been washed from him in the storm; he was shy, insecure, and a little afraid of what they might say or how they might act. Would they be like his siblings, or like entirely new beings? How did you introduce yourself to others, when the only others you'd ever known had known you since birth? A soft whine whistled from his nose as he peered out at Tux, and then shifted his gaze to the rabbit briefly before seeking the tuxedo wolf's face again.