Chaos Mode [pack meeting & feast]

Though he'd rather be anywhere but around the entire pack right now, he knew better than to ignore Medusa's call. Insomnia hadn't fared very well against the raiders and Veigar didn't doubt that his performance was among the worst. He'd hardly been able to hold his ground for even a moment after his opponent. He just hoped his packmates had been too engaged in their own fights to notice how terribly he'd done. Though at the same time he wondered if it was time to confide in someone about his sight and maybe receive some related fight training. He was determined not to let his lack of sight get in his way next time he found himself in a fight. It almost, barely, outweighed his desire to stay away from everyone at all costs.

As he headed toward the gathering, the smell of smoke and food reached his nose. Intrigued but cautiously so, he moved and found a spot on his own to settle down. He'd wait for the others to partake in the food and festivities before he made a fool of himself trying to do so. Maybe if he kept his head down and low to the ground, no one would pay any mind to him.