Dogs of War

Drakan was up before dawn as per usual, found keeping watch outside the den where the alpha's pups slept. This was not unlike his typical demeanor; he would guard over the weak within the battalion and even watched closely after Ilithyia after finding her injured in the avalanche a couple winters past. He had not met many from the pack and chose to keep to himself rather than communicate with the strange faces for now... Not that he spoke much in the first place. Upon hearing a demanding call, the male didn't waste a moment in responding. Drakan's large paws carried his mass across the community site as he trotted off down the mountain side and towards where his higher was located.

The gathering wolves within a ring of rocks signaled to Drakan that he was in the right place. A brutishly large white male stood at the center, while the others seemed to gravitate towards him. This must be the higher up that called for them. He approached the group, his orange gaze settling onto the forms of the others... He only recognized a couple from the previous pack meeting, but their names were still a mystery to him. Drakan hastily settled into line with the two other males, his head held high as he watched the white wolf and awaited information as to why this meeting was called.

"Speech." Thoughts.