Unity in the Long Night

The summons of the Aegis did not go unnoticed, neither had the scent of roasting meat that had seemed to drift lazily through the air all around the castle for the majority of the day. With a soft grunt, the titan rolled to his paws. He'd been messing with his herbs all day, but not doing anything of particular importance. Shaking the debris from his cosmic pelt, he lumbered towards the stairs and began the descent to the ground floor of the castle. He remembered the feast hall's location from his introductory tour, but hadn't pair it much mind otherwise. Feasts, in his experience, were for celebrating victory in battle or the death of a loved one. Holding them on a seasonal basis was not unheard of, but it hadn't been especially common in his lifetime. For the most part, the marauder had been too busy roaming about to settle in one place long enough to accumulate the resources for such grandeur. Thus, he was understandably wary when he entered the well lit hall. He felt out of place, and among the more muted hues of the wolves that called the castle home, part of him thought he would have better luck blending in with the bright decor.

The members of the pack had settled into.. chairs. There were a few benches on the further tables as well, but the notion of sitting on a chair had caused his brain to stutter to a halt. This was not something he'd expected himself to get hung up on, and yet here he was. Most of these wolves were plenty large enough to sit on the warm stone floor and still eat off of the table. So why the seating arrangements? Shaking the thoughts from his head, he plodded to the fringes of the gathering, where there were fewer bodies clustered around the tables. The scent of the food all around was enough to ease some of the tensions he carried in his shoulders, though the tight muscles hardly loosened in the face of it all. With a little bit of guess work, and a great deal of awkward glances all around him to see how many of his packmates were staring at the old fool who didn't understand furniture, he finally managed to arrange himself into a position that vaguely resembled sitting on a bench. There would be speeches before feasting, as always. He would have to be patient..