Anthem was late; something that was not the least bit surprising. His sister's call would sound through the lands and, as the man was characteristically distracted, he would take some time to answer her beckon. It was spring, arguably Anthem's favorite time of year; it was warm and pretty and food was plentiful. In the last few weeks, he had never gone without food when he wanted it, and all around them were birds singing and flowers blooming, filling the air with a lovely scent.
And so he would diligently gather a bundle of flowers -- nothing more than weeds, but they were lovely -- to bring to his sister. She was so strong and brave and protective, and he loved her dearly, and wanted to show her. He knew Symphony liked plants and flowers, and so figured all of his sisters would too.
When he was finished with his self-appointed task, he would begin to head towards the gathering, quite unphased when he saw that most wolves arrived already. Anthem was oblivious to social cues and manners, and had little idea his late arrival might seem rude. A gentle bark left his jaws as he quickly loped forward, dropping the bundle of flowers at Song's paws, tail wagging wildly behind him. "For you!"
