The strength of the pack

*Gustav* · 01-30-2019, 07:48 PM

He was getting ready to go out on a hunt, to bring something back for the pack. He had plenty of pelts for his den and didn't have to worry about bringing in as much, but he still felt the need to help out. He was apart of the pack at least for the winter and he knew he had to help pull the weight around here. He didn't feel right just sitting back and taking their food and supplies without replenishing them.

The two melded howls filled the air in the distance drawing his attention and making him stop. They were calling for the pack and he felt he better attend, he could always hunt later. Altering his course he turned around and headed back towards the rapids. When he arrived there was a fair amount of wolves already there and Gustav took his seat towards the pack. He had met one or two faces, but he just simply chose to sit in the back.

There he waited for the meeting to begin.

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