by special invitation

Ares had been busy getting used to being in a pack, though he supposed there wasn't much to get used to other than just getting used to being around more wolves than usual. His father had claimed the lands he had brought him and his sister to, but he remained optimistic and excited about the prospect of showing everyone up and letting them know who was boss...asides from his father and grandfather, of course. Ares had the tendency to throw around a cocky attitude, and given the chance, he'd more than likely throw his weight around as the son of Chaos and he'd make sure everyone knew that. He was just coming back from outside the pack lands after messing with a meek little loner when his father's howl rang out.

Ares wasted no time in answering, lumbering towards his father's call with head and tail held high and a mischevious glint in his eye. While he was used to answering his father whenever he called, he wasn't sure how quickly he would have responded had it been someone else other than Chaos or Valentine. He didn't care enough to respect anyone else, not unless he thought they deserved it. And while he didn't yet know the other pack members, he doubted he'd give them the same courtesy that he gave his family. Once his father came into view, he made a beeline towards him until he was within earshot. "Heya pops, what're we doin' today?" He questioned, curiosity evident in his tone as he plopped down and scratched an ear. He glanced briefly at the older woman that was here, studying her for a moment before turning his attention back to his dad.