Let's Start A Riot! [Raid meeting]

Gryphon heard the call as he stalked an unsuspecting tapir. He sighed regretfully - it would have been a good meal for the pack to tide them over. But he couldn't finish the hunt and still make the meeting. He'd told his brother he'd accept his authority as alpha, so that was that. He either needed to go through with challenging him after all, or stop sulking around. He'd been thinking of it as more, giving his brother and mother space after the incident with Lykos, but refusing to go to a meeting would certainly have qualified as sulking. He'd already missed one meeting recently.

Turning from the bumbling, pig-like creature's trail, he made his way through the plains and back to the castle. A lot of the pack members seemed to be having trouble with the heat and the drought, but Gryphon found himself thriving under it as he'd never done in the north. Maybe he was just meant to be a desert wolf.

Gryphon was puzzled and troubled to see that few wolves had appeared for the meeting yet despite his own distance from the call. He didn't recognize either of them, either, and surely he would have remembered meeting a wolf with a coat as... unusual as the male's. Silently the ranger slipped into the small group to wait for what the meeting could be about. Perhaps moving closer to an actual watersource? He had come across a few places yet while hunting that hadn't dried up too much, if that's what Dragon was planning.