well that just dills my pickle [MEETING]

It felt stranger than he could express not to have his sister in the pack anymore. She'd gone off to make a band of pirates, and while Talon was happy for her, he had been feeling pretty out of sorts over it too. He'd spent more time moping around the sheep than he had socializing with anyone, and while there were certainly worse things to do than throw yourself into your work he was, perhaps, taking it a bit far. And it wasn't like he couldn't go see Sparrow, with the pirates allied with Fireside and all. He just didn't, because it felt weird and wrong for her to be gone and he'd rather avoid the situation than try to do anything to fix it.

But pack meetings didn't mean voluntary socializing, it meant something you had to do, so Talon left his post at the sheep flock to trudge over to the barn, flopping messily onto his haunches with a sigh.