Cleanse Your Hands, You Sinners

He filed in rather slowly. Sorra hadn’t done much in his time here. No training, hell he’d become much of a recluse. Unable to find the motivation to apply himself to the simplest of tasks. However, this was still his home and Sorra was sure to do as he was told. His paws nervously kneaded into the ground as he found a spot not near anyone but within eyesight of their king. Shame was a better word for what he felt, maybe he should do some hunting or perhaps explore since he mostly never left the pack lands.

Regardless the young man was eager to do something. Even if it was just cleaning up after the others. There was no excuse and he had to blame it on his recent laziness. Sorra sighed giving his fur a good shake before he sat. Silently observing the others around him while they all waited to hang on the kings word. Please just let him not be called on, he felt like it would be a pain.