Chained to the Rhythm

Gryphon heard the call and, stretching, moved to answer it. He'd not particularly rushed to do so, since it wasn't urgent, so he was hardly the first to arrive. He wasn't late either though, so he wasn't concerned when he approached the group to find a lot of the pack already gathered. He did eye the red-coated female narrowly, the memory of their only other encounter still fresh in his mind, but he chose to take a position at the fringes of the group to keep them all in sight, something that had over the years become a habit despite not really having a particular reason to do so. When he was younger it had been because there were wolves he didn't trust in the pack, strangers, and he'd taken up that post to watch them and protect his mother and brothers. Now, while he still didn't entirely trust anyone in the pack, it was far more habit than a conscious thought, that it was just more natural for him to sit back and observe now than it was to be a part of the group.