Mastodons are Cooler

Fidelias, gangly-legged and stub-tailed beneath his lingering winter coat, was heading out to join his mother in a patrol when a call came from the direction of the pack alpha's den. Not Aurielle, but someone whose voice Fili didn't entirely recognize, so had likely not done much interacting with. Someone with authority to call them together, though, and since his patrolling with his mother was unofficial rather than assigned, he thought he should probably answer the call rather than continue on his way. His brow creased, but he followed the call of obligation and turned towards the ravine with reluctantly plodding steps. Even so his legs - long now with adolescence - carried him to the meeting faster than he'd have hoped and before most anyone else. Only Ardyn and the wolf Fili vaguely recognized as being Ardyn's father were already there, ferrying out an odd assortment of goods that were messily strewn there in the rush. Fili hesitated but felt that he'd be more conspicuous lurking there doing nothing than if he were doing something, so he busied himself stacking the various items more neatly and accessibly. If he looked busy and kept his head down no one would talk to him and he could pass unnoticed until Red's... whatever this was... was over and he could slink away again.