Most of the wolves here were.. unfamiliar to him. He knew Mithras and Faria, and Esarosa now too. Argead was not entirely unfavorable to him but his progress here was quite stunted. Not that he'd expected anything but. He could leave any day - he was certain he wouldn't be followed or punished as a deserter. He wasn't worth that much effort. He just hadn't left. Something kept him here. It was.. some semblance of normalcy in his world that was anything but.
He roused from slumber at Argead's leader's call. He moved slowly and with precision. He was not eager to show up to this gathering, though he knew he shouldn't miss it either. The brute would move slowly through the valley, noting the earth was still damp on his paws, as it had been for weeks now. Luckily summer was just around the corner, and hopefully that meant drier days were ahead of them.
As he approached the group, he noted he didn't know most of them. It wasn't a surprising fact. Warily he would make his way near to Esarosa, settling down silently and lifting his gaze to Mithras to await whatever he had to say today.
