A Meeting with a Name

A meeting was being called, and Balian's ears perked when he heard Corbie calling for them to gather. He was out at the pasture watching over the sheep and grazing with them, thinking about how cozy life was now. Avalon had been a good choice, even if it was among wolves. But they weren't like the last pack, and he was grateful for the change. The stallion made his way to the barn where the meeting was being held and found a handful of others. Hooves clacked dully on the ground, and he nodded to Corbie as he entered before moving to a pile of hay. Meeting and a snack? Might as well, right?