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

Walk | Talk | Think

Hurrying at a trot, Miksa headed out into the openness of the plains toward the gathering of Celestial wolves. Things in the pack were relatively quiet - he could say nothing too exciting about the patrols he had made either - so he did not quite understand yet the meaning for Surreal's call. He was curious though, interested in what she had to tell them, though of course his stomach twisted just slightly all the same. No matter how eager he was to hear whatever news his leader had to share there was always a worrying voice in the back of his mind that dreaded the worst. If only he could shut it up.

It quieted enough when he finally got close enough to see his pack mates. His bright yellow eyes immediately went to his grey-coated leader, reading the calm excitement etched across her face, mirrored with greater energy on the face of her red-furred son. Something good, Miksa concluded, and sighed aloud. At least he could relax a little now. His gaze shifted from Surreal and instantly began scanning the crowd until it landed upon Varda, and smiling now he ventured toward her side. He was surprised to see Kavdaya already there beside her - did they know each other? - but thinking nothing of it he offered both white-coated wolves a smile as he sat himself on Varda's other side.

"Hey," he greeted to her softly, a whispered hello just for her, but as he looked at her more closely he could practically feel the uneasiness radiating off of her. Not yet aware of her injuries, lacking the critical eye of a fully trained healer, Miksa only noticed her apparent nervousness, and even as he smiled at her the worry he felt became visible within his concerned gaze. He wanted to ask if she was okay, wanted to question why Varda looked so out of sorts, but he bit back the words, unsure if he should. Was it really any of his business?