It's a meeting and also time to meet the pups, but I couldn't think of a title.

He was running late, and that was totally on him but he wasn't about to throw himself under the bus. He'd been drinking a little too much the night before, and when Sparrow's call hit the air, it set his mind reeling as he woke up with a pounding headache, fur sticking up in every angle as he stumbled to his paws, tongue dry as dirt as he made his way to the cavern. His vision wasn't quite in working order, much less with the brightness of the day as he barely woke up, but if Sparrow was calling another meeting then it had to be for something good, right? After all, that mess with the whole Armadan thing and Sparrow dropping babies on the ground like a broken gumball machine was definitely something he wasn't going to forget anytime soon. Maybe that's why he was so hungover right now, he wasn't sure. It was certainly something he wished he could wash his eyeballs for because he had not been prepared to see his cousin giving birth at all but alas!

He stumbled into the meeting, practically flopping onto the ground in a heavy heap of fur, bleary-eyed and seeing double. Most everyone was here, he thought. But what did he know? It looked like there were alot of wolves here thanks to his double vision. Would his dad be disappointed in him? Eh, probably not. He wasn't sure. He hadn't seen his old man in a while, and besides, it's not like he got hammered his often all the time anyway. He was a pirate after all! What was a drink or few?