Summoning calls would cause audits to swerve forward as he was awoken from a deep sleep. Sleepily he would rise, eyes opening and closing slowly as he gathered himself together. It had been Loccian who had called him and the rest of the pack together, but why? Last he heard Maverick was still the alpha. Curiosity would drive him forward at a fast pace, sunset hued gaze scanning his surroundings as he went on his way. He was hoping that he would run into someone on the way to the meeting, but he never did. When he arrived many of the members were already here, but luckily he was not late. He would make his way through the crowd, lips creased into a warm smile as his gaze fell upon the different faces of Seracia. He would take his seat within the crowd and shift his gaze toward Loccian and... Gerhardt? A confused expression would wash over his features as he waited for this to begin. What had happened to Maverick's throne while he was captured?
