Change, adapt, overcome

Ugh, a mandatory pack meeting? Ancients, this was so booooooring! Daemon didn't want to go to some dumb old meeting he wasn't going to be a part of anyway. He wanted to run and play, hunt and fish and swim! He wanted to fight his brother and play games with his sister! He didn't wanna be forced to sit still and listen while the adults made more dumb boring decisions. But despite the sour grimace on his face, the boy trudged along with the rest of his family at his father's insistence, marching down to the lake where Saracyn sat them in the front row in a neat little line, then joined their mother up on the dais. Daemon pouted and grumped, leering around at all the other wolves to make sure everyone knew just how displeased the little prince was at being forced to be here. As soon as the meeting was over, he was gonna cause so much chaos they'd never ask him to be at a meeting ever again.

"Daemon Mendacium"