We'll Go Up In Flames, And Down In History

The young boy followed dutifully behind his father, the boy curious about what his first pack meeting would hold. He sat beside his father's left foreleg, head held high as he watched other wolves slowly trickle in. He had yet to meet any of them, but as they each chose a place to sit, Ifrit couldn't help but to crane his neck to check out each wolf that sat down. Especially the blue one! He thought his father and siblings had wild colors, but her coat was a very pretty blue! His tail wagged a bit as more showed up, but he quickly settled himself and sat up straight and quickly smoothed the fur on his chest to make himself appear more presentable. After all, a potential future prince had to make himself look his best, right? He nearly trembled with anticipation as he waited for the meeting to start.