Bringers of Notes

Umbra was not far from where the call originated as its tones rang through the air. His attention would quickly avert from the retreating tail of a squirrel and he would turn his two toned head. Bass was calling for a gathering of the Peras. His rank. A small smile would find itself on his features and the man would turn his body in preparation to join his pack. He had been hoping there would be training soon.

When he arrived there were already four others gathered there: two wolves he hadn't yet met, his leader Bass, and a fox with odd markings on its pelt. They all carried the scent of Abaven, so Umbra allowed himself to relax. He nodded in greeting to the few who happened to look his way and sat before his alpha.

"Hello, Bass. Lovely day?" He asked courteously as he tucked his tail beneath his haunches. It was about time he became involved with his pack and the others of his rank.