From Fire, We Grow

Sitri certainly didn't want to be late to the first pack meeting since he joined The Hallows. The only problem was that he somehow managed to find himself out on the opposite side of the castle grounds when the echos of Artorias' howl reached him. Well, he certainly wouldn't be late, but he wouldn't be as prompt as he might want to be for a good first impression. He very quickly cleaned off his paws on the way in and then trotted down the corridor to fall in behind the other wolves that were quickly filling the grand hall where Artorias and his wife sat at the head of the room. Sitri scanned the crowd one he got far enough into the room to do so and managed to spot Dusk's dark antlers between the heads of a couple of other pack members. She was right up at the front–as was probably to be expected for the alpha's daughter–and he knew he was probably expected to sit somewhere more toward the back, but why would he pass up a chance to sit next to his... crush? Girlfriend? Either way, he slipped around the edge of the crowd and wiggled his way in to steal the seat beside her, giving her a grin before turning his attention up toward the front to see what this meeting was about.

"Sitri Klein-Destruction"