No bench polishers here (informal pack meeting!)

He was in a very, very salty mood. He couldn't stop thinking about his loss against a stupid abaven yearling, and he knew if his dad found out, he'd be disappointed in him. Huffing, he glanced at his reflection in the stream for a moment...well...on the plus side, he got some cool scars from it. But on the other hand, he knew he needed more training. He'd been getting pretty lax on it for a while, the male too cocky for his own good. While he hadn't been the one to start the fight against the abaven brat, he had still lost and the thought didn't settle well with him. So he had returned home and tended to his own wound, letting it heal on its own and keeping to himself until he heard Tyrian's call. He was used to his dad not being the alpha anymore, but that didn't mean he'd be able to escape his dads teasing if he ever found out about that fight. "Uuugghhh..." He groaned before heading off to the knolls to seek out Tyrian, and upon arriving, found only one other pack member there. While Ares wasn't in too good of a mood, he sat down and offered a greeting anyway. "Hey Tyr, Asvor." Foul mood or not, he was curious about what they were being called for.