[Pack Meeting!] Let's Get On That Dance-floor!

*Falk* · 02-26-2016, 03:50 PM

Time for another meeting, hm? Falk pulled himself onto his paws and made his way out of the dens and out toward the meeting area. It was a path he knew well by this point so he didn't have to move as slowly as it might have normally. It felt like this was what his days consisted of now. Just waiting for the next meeting to be called or waiting for Surreal to need him. He wasn't completely unhappy with this. After all, at least he was needed and useful in some regard. He really needed to figure out something to do though... Zuriel had been wonderful teaching him things about healing, but it wasn't his passion like it was hers. He enjoyed it fine, but he could tell that every time he didn't get as excited over a new herb as she did it was wearing on her. She was growing up, she needed to get out in the world and make her own life, not just following her father around and making sure he was entertained.

He mused quietly to himself as he padded toward the rock that Surreal always made her perch during these meetings, coming to sit on the opposite side of her from Regulus as usual. His ears turned to catch a few snippets of the conversation his son was having with Faite, catching her scent to know who it was he was talking to. He couldn't really understand the most of it. He knew a few words of Surreal's language just from listening to her teach their children, but he wasn't nearly as fluent in it as they were. He was sure it was the kind of thing that you would have to learn from a young age and he had definitely missed that boat. It was so strange to think that he was already five years old... Where had the time gone? Their oldest were old enough to have their own children for goodness sakes. His ears flicked at the thought and he pushed his pensive musing away as he waited for everyone else to arrive.

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