we survive, it's what we do [ABAVEN SPRING MEETING]

Paws, too large for the long legged child, drug the ground as he walked towards the meeting. He didn't care about the meeting. He didn't care about much of anything. The boy knew, however, that he would get into trouble if he didn't go. Or at least, he would cause trouble for others. And so he moved slowly, his shoulders hunched, head lowered, across the plains and towards where Theory stood. He would deposit himself off to the side, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. If no one even realized that he was here, that would be great.

Sinking down to the ground, Beat's chin instantly sought the earth. He curled his gangly form up, one foreleg curled around his muzzle, bony hips sticking into the air like spires. He didn't want to be here. He didn't want to be anywhere. If he stayed, he'd only bring misfortune to the pack. But if he left... he would die. Despite his lack of caring, there was still a sense of self-preservation in the young wolf. He didn't want to die. And so he would go through the meeting. Pretend to be okay for a moment, then go back to being on his own.