Hideaway Strath shaking the wings of their terrible youths

He arrived at the tail end of Vein's speech. The words Owl Skull lingered in his mind and he felt compelled to have a million second thoughts about this. What was the hygiene of that? How did such a thing work? Too many questions that caused his gut to churn in concern.

Slowly he padded fully onto the scene, a polite nod to the both of them. The man was...unique. Imposing. A large figure that looked like he ate plenty. Once again Patroclus found himself outmatched. Not that he thought anything physical would occur between him and pack mates but there was always some sense of concern.

I apologize for my late appearance. A soft smile swept over his features. I am Patroclus, Aerin's counselor. In this meeting, that was the title and greeting that mattered most.