The Undying Light (Aerie meeting)

Shit. He was late, and he knew it. It had taken him longer to get back because he'd been stuck in some godforsaken bramble patch and when he finally tore free out of desperation and frustration to get to the meeting, he had patches of fur torn out and plenty of thorns stuck to him. He looked a complete mess, but his embarrassment was well hidden behind the thought that he needed to get to this damn meeting! The raven pelted male ran as fast as his stinging paws would carry him, hoping he wasn't too late but if he was, well then...he'd take whatever punishment was necessary. When he finally did get there, he saw the few remaining wolves of the pack already there and he grimaced when he realized he really was the last one there. When he sat down near the back, he stifled a yelp as a ball of thorns dug deeper into his rump when he sat down. As quietly as he could, he started to pull them out while trying not to disturb the meeting.