the sound of the men working on the chain gang

When Pyrrhic had turned the pack over to Eligos, not all the pack members had been enthusiastic about the change. Most had been accepting of it, more so than he'd really expected considering the sudden nature of the change and the fact that most of them really didn't know him well - he'd always been one to keep to himself, and he acknowledged that. Clearly it hadn't set well at all with one of his younger cousins, Iroh, who had walked out on the meeting looking rather upset. But he'd made the journey north with them anyway, so it didn't seem like he'd completely rejected the new way Eligos had chosen. It could be that he simply needed to be helped to feel more comfortable with the turn of events.

So now that everyone was settled in their new lands, he set out to check in with Iroh and see what he could do to ease his mind. He'd need to set out soon to establish ties with the other packs, and he didn't want to leave behind uncertainty when he did so.

When he found the younger wolf, it was to find him working on something, his own mandrill companion with him. Seeing them working, he was glad he'd left the two pups behind in his den, even though he knew he'd likely return to his den trashed and probably another chewed up bedfur, because they'd never have been able to resist taking off with the antlers that Iroh was working with. "Iroh - may I join you?"