Not One Of Us (Imperialis Family)

Ares had been racing across the next territory over after hearing his grandfather's call, and he was dead sure he wouldn't be the first one there. Likely the last...maybe...he wasn't sure who all would be there when he showed up. But he ate the terrain in leaps and bounds, tongue hanging from parted jaws. He had gone out to track down some decent lunch, but when Valentine called he knew it wasn't something he could ignore. Or should, for that matter.

When he finally saw the gathered group, he slowed and trotted the rest of the way until he dropped his butt on the other side of his sister, opposite the woman he had learned was his aunt or something. His gaze briefly swept over those present, glad he wasn't the only sparkle dog in the group. Though he wouldn't admit it, he sometimes felt like the odd one out whenever he was around more normal looking wolves. Then again, were any of them really normal? His grandfather was perhaps the only one closest to normal. Stretching out, he kept a somewhat lopsided and lazy grin on his face as he waited to see what was up.