Come Together and Rise [Pack Meeting]

Fidelias was returning from a hunt, a pair of partridge and several hares swaying on either side of a rope slung over his shoulders, when he heard Aurielle's call for a meeting. He took care to drop them off in storage first, though when he moved to seat himself at a slight distance from those gathered, his shoulders, ribs, and forelegs were still stained and speckled with blood where they'd swung against him. He was tired from his work, from grimly training himself to take up Justice's mantle while still keeping up with patrols and with hunting for the recovering pack, but not as tired as he'd have been even a short time ago. His adolescent form had lost any remainders of the puppy fat, and though he'd never be slender beneath that fluffy coat his body was strong with hard muscle where he might have been lanky with youth. He did get rest when he took up his post in sentry duties, but he was otherwise on the move in his careful, deliberate way from the time he was awake to long past when he normally would have slept, and it showed in the edges beneath his fluff, and the grim set to his shoulders and eyes as he waited for the meeting to begin, so that he could get back to his mostly self-imposed duties once more.