There was something in Bass’ call that Félicien couldn’t quite place. The young man suspected, however, that he knew exactly what the call was about, and he was more than ready, more than willing, to join Bass in battle. Hunting and fighting had been his main strengths in his previous pack, and he had fought Yfir when the vikings had invaded. Though they had lost in the end the young man was not afraid of taking that chance again. Especially when he had lost his home due to this new pack.
Féli would arrive to find many wolves had already gathered. He would sit, his gaze focused on Bass. He would dip his head to the man, a silent greeting, as he waited for what was to be spoken of to happen. He could only hope that this was a war meeting... But if it wasn’t he would still do his best to be active within the pack. Expectant eyes would not leave the pale man, waiting for his words.
