Black sheep in the crowd [pack meeting]

Jakart's head rose at the sound of the summon. A pack meeting during the grown males of the family first hunt together. Rather the ending, his tongue swiping over the side of his muzzle to clean the blood as he finished swallowing a piece of thigh. All three of them had good sync together, able to take down the deer no problem. His father had flagged behind a bit, a worried glance given up at his aged sire. The three bloodied wolves would leave their kill for now, Jakart being the last to vacate. The youngest yearling nosed his brothers shoulder at the lakeside. "How was my sync?" Eyes hung onto the feathers adorning Nako's head for a moment. A praising word was spoken and Jakart beamed with closed eyes, tail wagging a few times while cleaning his muzzle off in the lake.

With wet faces Bane led his sons to the conglomerate of Ebony wolves forming, both sons following their fathers path around the edge of the gathering. Such a friendly bunch Jakart had noticed with a moment of shy intrigue, all greeting one another and polite. Anais was sat next to, the nickname he called his littermate. "Hi Anye." The yearling cheerfully nuzzled her marked shoulder. He tried to sit up straight and not slouch as his mother had taught them. The scarred shoulder of his sisters was stared at, conflicting thoughts about having one bouncing around in his mind.