Atreides huddled miserably at his father's feet, face pressed against the comforting warmth of his father's leg. Warm - not cold like his mother as she faded away. Was that what was happening to Narcissa, too? This thing called death... Even surrounded by his sisters, his father, he felt lost, and the lonely, sobbing howl that ululated from his father's throat to call the pack together made that emptiness inside ache. This was their first pack meeting...
As he stared out at the sea of unfamiliar faces, the strangers, he hated them. Just for one stabbing moment he hated them all for not being there to save Mama. Only Daddy and that white wolf had cared enough to be there - but the moment faded and he knew it was stupid. They couldn't have saved Mama even if they'd been there.
The boy pressed his face into his dad's fur and just concentrated on trying to hold back the tears that still threatened. His father's cracked and saddened voice rumbled above him, but whatever he'd had to say was short, and then he was nudging them all to follow him. Tail and ears drooped as Trei followed along, just one amongst all his sisters as they retreated from the only place he'd ever known - following his father into uncertainty.
