the good, the bad, the ugly

The raid was over, physical injuries were seen to, and the wounds to their pride were licked. It was time for him to call the warriors together to discuss the good, the bad, and the ugly of what had happened during their practice defense. Making his way to the low boulder he used for meetings, he didn't bother to hop up on it before he lifted his head and called for the pack's warriors. He wasn't acting precisely as pack alpha in this instance, so much as the war-leader, and so he would stand among them rather than over them. He sat beside the boulder instead, aching in head and joints and scratching absently at a coat in springtime shed as he waited for the warriors to gather.