High Noon

He was enjoying the festivities, he had to admit. It was nice mingling with the wolves, seeing how everyone interacted and the faces he wasn't wholly acquainted with. Many kept to themselves here, and yet, they still worked together to keep the wheels turning within Avalon. He wanted to try and do more, however, whether it be mentoring one of the pups, or tending to the lands beyond their borders to make them suitable for potential claim. Regardless of his role here, he would do what he could to make life a little easier. A little better. Fighting and defending the pack against enemies, helping the others, tending to the flocks and herds they had. When Corbie called for a quick meeting, he left his post within the barn and made his way to her, dipping his head to both her and Alarr in greeting, curious what she had to say.

"Speech"