A Meeting with a Name

Avalon was nice, he had to admit. He liked it here alot better than rogue life, and he had reunited with his uncle again! He felt less alone, and was determined to do what he could for the pack as well as better himself and his skills. He wanted to make his uncle proud, to follow in his footsteps. He wanted to be the man that Cloud was, and to be better than his late sire and shitty crimson uncle. He wanted no part of the Praetor family, and was ashamed of who he had come from. But as it was, he was stuck with this blood and could only do his best to change what he could about it, and fuck the rest.

He walked with his uncle and joined him at the meeting. He sat beside his uncle as he curiously looked at his new pack mates. And...a horse?? Weird.