No bench polishers here (informal pack meeting!)

He'd been grazing on the outskirts of the knolls near the buffalo, studying them out of interest more than anything. They appeared to act similar to his own kind, though he had to admit, it was purely instinct that he even know how his kind was supposed so act. And he suspected it was similar to these grazing animals...in short, sometimes he felt like a horse who didn't know how to horse very well. His parents had died when he was too young to be taught properly, but he was picking it up pretty quick. Living among wolves though made it a little more difficult. Not that he minded at this point. When he heard Tyrian's call he decided what the hell, might as well see what was going on right? He'd been here long enough...he felt he had every right to attend their pack meetings or whatever they called them just as much as the next guy. The stallion didn't take long to get there, and he stood at the back of the group so as not to block anyone's view while he waited to see what this was about...