A Meeting with a Name

Álarr watched quietly as his remaining pack mates filtered in. It was strange to be in a pack with so many unfamiliar faces and he knew it would be good to make an effort to get to know them even if his initial instinct was to hermit himself away. He raised a brow at the horse but held his tongue. It wasn't unheard of for a non-wolf to join a pack.

Corbie started the meeting and soon got to the core of the reason for calling it. They'd be planning a festival. Ugh. He understood the logic of it entirely. It would serve as advertising for the pack, both good and bad, and could serve to bring more awareness and new members. Álarr was just not the partying sort. Most of his family could attest to that. He'd had a good long career as the 'wet blanket', however, he would do his best to hold up his end.

"I can volunteer to help with the feast. I have a number of bottles of drink that can be shared and I can help with hunting and processing prey. Do you want us to prepare any animals from the herds or gather entirely from the hunt?"