Dark paws covered ground swiftly, carrying the burly young male through the denser island center toward the more open outer edge. The procession of followers who had gone to witness the challenge to the pack first hand had left some time ago, a procession of which Rune had little interest in joining considering his mate and the three tiny bundles of joy that they had created were here, where he needed to be. Were they back already? Had the challenge been completed and their leader Chrysanthe risen victorious?
It took him finally reaching the group for him to know that the wolf who had called the meeting, the one who sat at the head of the group, was not Chrysanthe. Rune might have considered himself unfamiliar with the pack, not yet acquainted with them all, but there was no mistaking the russet-faced Alpha as someone else. This wolf was someone else entirely. Brow furrowing darkly with confusion and a sudden growing unease, threatening to raise his defenses, the light grey wolf padded quietly and silently forward, saying nothing but stopping to stand near the outer edge of the group still near the jungle. He wished to learn what was to happen, to understand who this strange wolf was, and carry any news that he could back to his resting mate.
