Wolf Totem

Gryphon had spent solitary weeks refamiliarizing himself with the north. He had been born here, had returned here when his mother had raised her pack. He had never thought to find himself here again as an adult, in someone else's pack. Speaking of thst someone else... the alpha's call was rising over the northern lands, calling the pack together again. Gryphon paused to listen expressionlessly before leaving off his hint to lope back towards packlands. This was his mother's pack, and he needed to be here to care for her as she aged. He couldn't risk being kicked out of the pack for not attending meetings. He wasn't even breathing hard when he came to a slow stop beside Avalon and sat himself beside her to pass an inscrutable gaze over their other pack members. Dragon would have earned a nod if he had been able to see it; as it was, he sought to meet the two jaguars' gazes firmly. His niece and nephew he gave a tentative, soft glance. They were his brother's kids, but ye had never met them. He doubted they wanted anything to do with him. They shouldn't, either. Not after the things he had seen, the things he had been accomplice to. Jaw hardened, face twitched back to a scowl as he dragged his gaze away from his family to glower at the ground in front of the alphas paws.