Learn to live with the unimaginable

Sota was admittedly out of the loop when it came to the personal lives of most of his packmates, though that was more due to his introversion and respectful nature rather than his lack of interest. He made a point to be diligent and prepared whenever he was needed, but beyond that he wasn't the type to pry. He did want to be informed on matters that involved him though, so when Ulric called he didn't hesitate to be summoned. He had no clue what he might be calling for - it did seem unusual that it wasn't Resin nor Tamsyn calling, but he didn't pay much mind to it. Instead he simply made his way toward the castle and slipping into the meeting room, searching for a more familiar face to sit beside - like Aranea or Duchess, maybe - but neither were here. He'd spent some time with Dunkan recently too, so he gravitated toward him, offering him a friendly smile as he sunk down to his hindquarters and waited for the meeting to begin. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong; the aura he was getting from some wolves seemed somber at best, but he'd wait to reserve judgment until Ulric spoke to them.