Coran was the last to arrive. The pale brindled wolf preferred to aim for being first but apparently one couldn’t always make that happen. The boy had been roaming the border of the pack when he had scented trouble. The weather made hunting harder on everyone and that meant some predators were growing bolder with more testing how close they could get to the pack land for hunting.
The scent was that of a bear and had him leaving to see exactly how close it was. After a time he decided it had been moving away instead of closer so no actual fight had happened. However, it had made him late. The boy loped up to the group, offering each member of his family a friendly wag and dip of his head in greeting.
Heading to take a seat near Ardyn, glancing at the pack then back at his brother with a small grin, “you look tired from carrying that little ol’ thing?” A mild tease knowing how much work it would really be before turning his attention from siblings and grandfather to finally rest on both of his parents.
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think
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