Fan the Flames [Raid Meeting]

Fidelias was rarely without his small bits of armor these days, useful as they were in his daily life. Patrol, hunt, crafting traps, that was all he really did with his days and he didn't think much of whether or not it was out of the ordinary. It wasn't until Ardyn's howl called them together that he blinked, realized that he had not seen his packmates except in passing for months. He'd never sought out company, and hadn't noticed that he had been putting in less effort than usual to interact. Takama and Emre had been more than enough company for him. But recalled to it as he was now, he was forced to conclude that he'd been acting more like a lone wolf than a pack wolf. He couldn't make the excuse that it was simply his nature, though it was - he did have the responsibility to work through that. So he heaved himself to his paws and dropped down from the wall where he'd been keeping watch, and made his way to the meeting. Though he maintained his collar and bracers well enough for what it was, a working wolf's armor, it made for a dull and worn sight next to the cleanly polish of his packmates' various armors. Both the hunting cats that flanked him had a more glamorous appearance than he did with their lithe forms and sleek hair groomed to shine, but the stolid bear that was Fili didn't seem to notice the difference, his purple-eyed gaze instead fixed over Ardyn's shoulder as he settled himself awkwardly at the back of the group.