The strength of the pack

He had been snuggled deeply within his den, getting warmed up after his long night hunt. He hadn't expected to be out all night, but things didn't seem to always work out. He had run into a big problem during his hunt that led him further away from the pack. He honestly hadn't thought he got that far, but when he ended up loosing his hunt to a bear he had to give up. He had come back empty handed and he was rather sour about it. While trying to find his way home a small storm blew up that had gotten him all turned around making his trip home much longer then expected.

By the time he had gotten home it was early morning and he was cold, but he wasn't able to sleep any until he warmed up. He was fairly warm and had been falling in and out of a light sleep by the time it grew light. The call from the alpha's had caught him as he had just come out of another light sleep. He groaned not wanting to leave his warm den, he knew it was a must though and he had to respond to the call. There would be plenty of time for him to rest up after the meeting.

Huffing he pulled himself up and moved out of his den, shaking and stretching when he was outside. He then got up and headed towards the meeting stone, keeping his pace quick to make a timely entrance to the meeting. It didn't take him long to get there and there wasn't many so far. He found a spot and took a seat for the meeting.