partying partying yeah

Desolate padded towards his alpha's bright call, telling himself he wanted to make more of an effort to meet those he'd ignored in Abaven. Perhaps he was a little salty that even when an orphaned litter was among them, that no adults aside from his cousin and uncle had sought them out. However Theory had offered him training and an apprenticeship, and so he felt he owed it to her to put in some effort. After all, a student reflected on their mentor and he had no desire to make his cousin look bad in front of her pack. It didn't seem like a formal gathering, and the mood was much more lighthearted then the recent meetings where talk was of death and moving and volcanoes. He tried to come in to it with an open mind, arriving early so he could greet people softly as they came and perhaps strike a friendship. "Hi." He whispered to the hunter, then to Theory, before sitting somewhat away from them both to wait.