The strength of the pack

Spider approached the meeting with what the other members might have considered characteristic hesitation, but in truth he had been more outgoing in the past few months than he had ever been. Not that any of them had noticed, or cared, they had all been far too distracted with their own interactions to notice how frequently he left the pack’s borders and how the scent of another male clung to his fur. He suspected they might have been disgusted by the sodomite and that they had all chosen to ignore him, but Spider knew in his heart that Shaye had simply lost interest in him. She had something else to care for now, and her pups had far fewer problems than the dusty wolf. But that was fine for him, he had lost interest in all of them as well, which was the source of his current reluctance to join them all at the meeting.

In spite of himself he sat toward the front of the gathering, his back straight and his head raised. He couldn’t back out now. If he stayed in Abaven any longer he would go mad, and he had no interest in being watched with scrutiny while in the presence of the horde of children. No. Abaven was no longer his home, in his mind he had left it already, and he saw himself now curled in a nice warm den pressed against his Hannibal.

Spider speaking  Toad's voice You