On the Prowl

When his grandfather's voice rose out again summoning him, it was for him alone this time, away from his siblings. Atreus gave himself a shake that made his quills rattle, drawing himself up with a feeling of importance, of satisfaction, unconsciously squaring his shoulders as he set out to meet the alpha. It was not in his head that he could possibly have done something wrong to draw his grandfather's attention to him, after all, so it must be something important. Something just for him. He wasted no time in getting to the woods, coming up to his grandfather with as much dignity as a gangly yearling could manage, his turquoise eyes intense and bright in their dark mask. "Good evening, Grandfather," he rumbled with an almost painful level of seriousness, doing his best to keep his already naturally deep voice from cracking as it had a tendency to do lately. "What will we be doing?" Patrolling together, side by side? Filling the pack's larder? Fighting off hordes of bears? Overthrowing a foreign government? He was fully and without reservation down for any and all of the above.