DJ Turn It Up [MEETING]

The masked beast was doing as he usually did - skulking around pack lands in an eternal grump. Generally speaking he accompanied his grumping with hunting, sometimes for himself and sometimes for the pack. He was naturally a selfish creature so he was not hunting for them out of some altruistic nonsense or loyalty to wolves he didn't care about, but rather because he felt the need to kill something but wasn't hungry and didn't want to waste perfectly good food. Today he was just skulking, no hunting involved. Not even a peep from his ghosts - which was actually more worrying than if they'd been there. What were they up to? Ostensibly he was on border patrol, and he was patrolling the border with his usual grim intensity, but really it was an easy way to avoid his packmates. He wasn't there to socialize; he had a job to do, and listening to other wolves yakking away about their boring, stupid lives wasn't part of it. He didn't care who'd slept with who and who was having more stupid puppies or who'd gone missing.

He did have to go to meetings though.

The sound of Valentine's voice drew Hati from the borders, and for a moment he eyed the rest of the pack. For once there was no whining, no irritating sexual tension between any of the wolves, no jostling for position. Granted there was still a good deal of the pack missing, but it was something. Hati hovered back from the far edges of the gathering before finally slouching down to stare at the ground between his paws.