a þing of splendor

Cathaoir was still pretty new to the pack, it had not been long since Katja accepted him into Yfir's ranks. He hadn't make a point to get out and socialize with the other pack mates, even though he knew that he should. So when the alpha called for the whole pack to gather, he lifted his head as his dark gray ears pulled in that direction. This would be the perfect time to see the faces of those who called this place home. Picking himself up, the tall gray boy made his way towards Katja, a nervous look held in his minty green eyes. When he saw the darker alpha he dipped his head in respect and in greeting before taking a seat in the trampled snow. Ah, so he was the first one there? That was good, right? Cath was eager to meet everyone else, even though he was very nervous. Shuffling on his paws until he got comfy, he waited for the rest of the members to appear.