When the Hammer Falls

He was practice sparring with his mother when the alpha's call sounded. But he wasn't in any particular rush...at least, not until his mother sensed the urgency better than he did and she ended their training. With a frown, he turned and followed her to the meeting, thinking about the training he'd done so far. He was learning how to make better use of his antlers in combat. He felt he was excelling in his training, though he wished his father was here to teach them, his mother was doing the best job she could. She seemed...fiercer...then she did before. Since it was clear his father had left, his mother seemed more determined coupled with anger and likely other feelings, but she wouldn't say exactly. Meanwhile, he had been sort of stewing in it. Wondering if he had done something wrong that made his father leave. He felt a sort of bitterness mixed with sadness at the thought. Did his father hate them?

He didn't know. Nobody did.

He arrived to find his sister wasn't there yet, so he settled in with his mother to wait for her.