Zephyr wasn't quite sure what to make of Abaven yet. The pack seemed decent enough - relatively small, quiet, and well-established despite its meager size. And yet he couldn't help but feel understandably out of place here. He wouldn't admit it to his family, but he was worried that the Abraxas might come back.. that, maybe, they'd decide to either take Abaven's land from them or simply kill this pack's leader, too. Perhaps traveling, and trying to exist as rogues, was safer than settling down anywhere?
He really wasn't sure at this point.
Letting out a soft huff, he slowly rose to respond to Sparrow's call. Caelum was quick hurry to the meeting spot with Caelestis in tow. Truthfully, much of their energy had been spent keeping her reigned in and not out of sight - now that everything with Dragoste had happened, it was only natural for them both to feel more protective over her.. and it wasn't like she was making that task particularly easier for them.
He trudged after them, finally settling down next to Caelum and watching their daughter bound over to another wolf. At least among pack members she was safe, and he was far too exhausted to try to keep her under control at this meeting. Let the alpha do it if she decided Caelestis was being too rowdy. He didn't really give much of a damn what she did, so long as she was within their relative reach.
