Stepping Stone {Abaven Meeting}

It had taken Ixionn a little while to get up and notice that Bass had called a meeting. It sounded entirely urgent...but the man was exhausted. And his little den was so...comfy. Warm. Entering a crowd of many numbers didn't sound to satisfying. After all, a little part of heart still rejected Abaven. Yes it was his home. But was it truly where the boy belonged? - The young warrior slowly lifted onto his long limbs, flexing his toes and curling his spine, only to extend it.
While doing so his jaws would split and a yawn would break into the air. And with one final stretch, he stood and made his way toward Bass' den, growling softly with annoyance to the massive crowd of wolves.
The boy shoved through until he reached the back, where he would sit and stare up at his brother...up on the rock? With Quelt? Ixionn found this bitterly ridiculous. The man wasn't ready to think so highly of himself. No, he wasn't a prince. He wasn't a heir. The boy was ordinary. And while he still held the rank of a pup, he would act like it. No matter Quelt was beta or not.