Fall Into Me {Pack Meeting}

Drama, drama, drama. It was as thick as the humidity. Long before he caught sight of those gathered Pipit heard – and felt – the tension that surrounded the meeting place. He cared little for the petty wars raged between his packmates; instead of making him angry too it just made him tired. The brute found the constant hurt feelings and pouting tiresome, and the mechanics of the constant – in his opinion – overreactions were a mystery to him. He understood none of it and therein lay his problem or, perhaps, his salvation because he himself had yet to get so offended by something that he felt the need to (intentionally) offer disrespect to one of his packmates or flounce off in a huff.

Out of necessity he'd braced himself for many things as he entered the meeting place, but none of his preparations equipped him for the surprise that sat at the heart of the conflict: his mother. Her presence gave him pause and with one final, internal screech his gears ground to a halt as he tried to process what he was seeing. Slowly and with minimal thought his big body plodded on and sought out a place to sit, but inside he'd momentarily withdrawn as he tried to process what all had happened since he'd last seen her and from there sort out exactly how he should feel about her sudden appearance and her equally sudden disappearance.

Very quickly he decided that regardless of how he felt – and that would take time to sort out – now was not the time to dwell on or demonstrate those feelings. His father had summoned the pack for a reason and while he couldn't rule out the possibility that it was about Wren's reappearance he also couldn't rule out any alternatives. The brute adopted a 'wait and see' attitude, set his sights on a spot close to Harmony and the welcoming calmness she exuded, and began to make the strides necessary to take him there.