The eye of the storm

Dream was perhaps the most naïve of everyone when it came to clan happenings. Any news that was spoken today would almost certainly be new to him, and he couldn’t say he wasn’t just a bit nervous. This would be the first time he’d actually gathered with the entirety of the pack, and he was very much aware that the majority of them were still strangers to him. Still, he’d never been one to shy away from things, and so when he heard Sirius calling out joined by what could only be the voice of their mate, the sandy-blonde wolf had abandoned his training down by the beach and made his way to the grassland that housed the actual pack.

It seemed like the majority of the group had managed to reach the spot before him, and he saw more then a few sets of eyes shift his way as he joined the ranks and took a seat. He didn’t mind being watched, to be honest. If anything it was more the idea of screwing up in front of them that had him bothered, his pride very much aware of how outclassed he was by many of the wolves around him. Oh well, nothing he could do about that right this minute. Instead he turned his focus to the pair at the front of the gathering, waiting for the meeting to officially begin.