open enrollment - pack meeting, land change, new ranks

What had he done? There was a child tucked away in the back of his den, sleeping soundly as the crystals that had claimed the poor boy's face slowly crumbled and fell away. When the Sequoia called out, summoning the pack, he felt as though he were walking to his execution. The last dregs of paranoia clung to his mind, less of a heavy fog than a clinging mist- tainting every thought. She knew. She knew. She knew what he had done and she was going to punish him severely in front of everyone. Tail tucked loosely between his thighs, the burly yearling moved oh so slowly towards the source of his leader's summoning call. He hadn't taken notice of the strange new development that had stuck around since he had stolen away with the boy on the cliffs- he assumed the light that seemed to follow him everywhere was yet another of the hallucinations that he was struggling to banish. It only cropped up in the dark, after all, like the rest of his horrible visions.

He settled on his haunches nearer to the back of the gathering site, wary of Theory and the punishment that certainly awaited him. He was the first one to settle in, somehow. Where was Psalm? He could have sworn they were both in the den, she had to be coming along soon, right? Perhaps she would save him from Theory's wrath.. unless she shared the sentiment. Had he missed the signs, that his own sister loathed him for stealing away with that young boy in the dead of that everlasting night? Panic welled up, tightened his throat and filled his chest to bursting. It took all of his strength to remain silent and still while he waited for everyone to trickle in and hear what Theory was going to declare.

The announcement wasn't related to his transgressions. It was entirely new. A change of direction for the pack where he'd lived his entire life. Tension built in his shoulders the longer that she spoke, waiting for the whole speech to end with a condemnation of his actions in the midst of a paranoid haze. It wasn't an excuse for what he'd done. He would submit himself to whatever came next... but nothing did. It was a restructuring of the pack. An opportunity to venture off and create his own life if he didn't want to take part in this new.. school? Well, he liked the concept, certainly. He loved to learn, and he thought he might like to teach young wolves someday. He remained silent, staring up at the Sequoia.. Headmistress? Those glowing eyes of his, ghostly pale and set in the dark mask of fur upon his features, maintained a baleful gaze for a few moments before he cast his attention around to the other members. What would they do? He knew he wasn't going anywhere, but he would likely wait to talk to Theory in private... they had a few things to discuss, evidently.