Same old song and dance {MEETING}

Lark had grown to absolutely despise meetings. Nothing good ever came of them. He was tired of the drama that seemed to be attracted to every damn meeting. He was pretty sure, though, that his mother wouldn't show up this time - and Starling seemed just as absent as ever. Huffing quietly to himself, he would bring himself to head toward his father's call after a long moment of conaideration.

Most of the wolves of Abaven had already shown. As he drew near, his gaz drifted over the group quietly. Quite a few of his siblings were missing, which brought a worried frown to the man's lips. Quietly he'd move to sit somewhat near his father, eyeing him curiosly. What was in store for Abaven, now that it seemed so many had left them?