Dutiron had spent much of his time as of late feeling somewhat lost. The world he'd grown to know suddenly torn and ripped, the pieces scattered about. Of course nothing was seriously wrong in his life, the family he'd grown up around suddenly breaking away including his grandparents. Whilst they were not far at all, a part of the young Destruction still felt as though it was a loss. Maybe the main problem was Saga really, still so unable to forgive their mother, accept their newest little sister. By no means did he have as many issues on his plate as his elder brother, but Dutiron still was somewhat out of sorts. Maybe it was an age thing, he was a year now, not longer a child though still feeling so far from an adult.
As Dhiren's call sounded, the boy would move and make his way towards his brother. No one else as of yet had arrived. Strange, weren't more people needed for a pack hunt, why hadn't they all gathered? What was taking them so long? He wouldn't question such thoughts aloud now though, instead simply moving to join his brother. "Hello Dhiren." He would greet instead, simply silently awaiting the rest of the pack to join.
