No bench polishers here (informal pack meeting!)

Chaos lifted his head in interest when Tyrian's voice rang out to call the pack together. Oh, something to break the routine hum drum, eh? Well, he was down as hell for that, because frankly retirement was a little boring, and if Tyrian wanted to send him off into the wild yonder to sneak a peek at another pack or something, or hell go steal him a sheep, he was all over that idea.

Trotting in with his usual casual air, he caught sight of his son there already and gave him a cheerful, lopsided grin. About time one of his kids got more involved in the pack - Lyra had inherited their mother's wandering paws as well as her color, it seemed like, but he was glad to see Ares getting into things. Interesting to see the new scars slicing across his flesh - Chaos hoped he'd gotten those looked at. Their healers might have been few in number but they were pretty skilled, particularly little Alarr who was practically genius level healing. But hey, they sort of matched now, with the gnarled claw marks that ran down either side of Chaos' face from his fight with Valkyrie. Ah, now there was a woman... even if the bitch had hurt his feelings by raiding them. And then mauling him. Oh well.

Practically rubbing his paws together gleefully, he flashed his grin at his baby brother. "Oh, this does sound exciting. What are you up to today, Tyrian? What new and exciting ideas are swirling around in that devious skull of yours?"