Stavanger Bay (pack activity) Once upon a moon... [round 6 ends may 7]

The call that rent the silence of the trees ripped Aesop from his pleasant nap.  He had spent far too much of his time the past few days sleeping, regaining the energy lost on his journey in relative isolation.  It had been a while since he last had a good conversation with Spectra, as he was often out of the den early and back in late, if at all.  In the warming days and nights, though, he found much of his pleasure sleeping beneath the stars.  Or, more often than not, the clouds.

He shook himself off and listened to the howl, piecing the information he missed in his daze together based on that which he could hear.  Though he and Charon had not parted on particularly good terms, he was still comfortable with the idea of attending the event.  Perhaps him putting in the effort would help mend their rocky... whatever they had.

So he came to the clearing, offering an easy greeting to each gathered, and found himself a place among them.  He did not sit so far back, like Lyric, but he also did not place himself right in the middle as Atreyu had.  Absently, he wondered if the two had patched things up or not.  It did not seem like they had, but Aesop was not about to spoil whatever this event was by trying to force things.