remind me to find my own [ASHEN MEETING]

Stolas had never been to a pack meeting before. When Aunt Venom's call went out across the archipelago, the pup had been playing out on the beach in the sand, enjoying the bright and sunny summer weather. Red and black ears pricked up to hear the Empress' call, at first hesitating while he wondered if he needed to be in attendance. But Venom's call had been for all the Ashen wolves, and that included himself, so the boy began to make his way over to Nephilim Island, crossing the land bridge and following familiar scents until he had located the meeting of Ashen's denizens. They were gathered around an old campfire spot, with Venom seated at the head of the meeting. He saw his father and sister already here as well and made his way over to join their little group, no doubt waiting for the rest of their family to show up as well.

"What's going on, Dad? What's Aunt Venom doing?" he asked his massive sire while he took a dutiful and posture perfect seat up against Plague's forelegs, his dark nebulous coat almost a perfect contrast to Plague's snow white. His dark gray eyes slowly moved about the faces of the other wolves in his pack, many of whom he hadn't met yet.

"Stolas Abraxas-Destruction"