Whilst Rune wouldn't immediately spot him, Shakespeare it seemed would have the misfortune to go running right into another wolf he didn't recognise. He was starting to have second thoughts about his wandering, it'd never caused him any trouble before but now he was surrounded, yet another wolf soon appearing to join the gathering.
Though he wanted to, apparently he wasn't allowed to run though, Scorpion as he soon learnt the man was called, had commanded him to stay. Though he would have preferred his mother's company in this crowd, sure that she might perhaps pull him away from it all, right now stuck with these wolves any familiar company would be better than none. Well perhaps not any, Caesar would probably find a way to make things ten times worse for them all but he was sure his father would at least look out for him.
And so Shakespeare remained frozen in the middle of the group bright eyes glancing up at each of the adults in turn, flicking to the surrounding lands as well in hopes of seeing one of his parents appear to rescue him from whatever he'd managed to walk into. It didn't seem like anyone was in trouble at least, he knew when someone had walked into that sort of mess rather well now thanks to his brother and sister.
