Firefly Glen not giving in

Last to arrive, so far, was Mesa. He hung back from the group as soon as he spotted them—winding his way along their outer limits as stealthily as he could, although he was hard to miss, being so large-bodied. He did not know the other wolves despite having lived with them in the glen up to this point; having spent most of his time hard at work tracking resident prey, hunting that prey, or sleeping for long hours as the cold came upon them... Now he was facing the entire group at once and was unsettled. The call had been to gather their forces and so Mesa thought, maybe, he'd see some action; so far as he could tell there was no present danger, but some kind of excitable energy flowed between the youths.